Morning Cove - Common Loon

Perhaps the most wonderful, nostalgic memories of my childhood are of standing on Rocky Point first thing in the morning. Rocky Point was the name we gave to the bit of rock outcrop that gently sloped into the lake where I spent most of my summers from the age of eight. In the early days, we had no electricity and of course, no running water. Drinking water came from a pump and was brought along a sandy road in a bucket; washing water very often came from the lake.

The thing to do when we staggered out of bed in the morning was to walk down to Rocky Point and splash water on our faces. On those beautiful, still summer mornings, there was always that lazy moment before the shock of the little splash when we would take in the morning sun and the summer scents and look into the water. In those days, there were no motorboats, and, with such tranquility, there was always the chance of seeing a loon in close to shore looking for easy minnows.