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There are two rules I follow when I visit the lakehouse: no showers - the lakewater is good enough. And a bathing suit is perfectly acceptable attire 24/7. In addition - bring a good book, be prepared to unplug because the internet and 4G service do not exist in Freedom, NH - and if you bring your dog who is addicted to swimming, don't expect to leave the beach at all during your stay.
We arrived just before sunset on Friday evening and Miles made a beeline for the water. The last time we stayed anywhere near a place that he could swim was during Ironman Lake Placid in 2011 when we stayed with my Aunt and Doug at Rainbow Lake. Miles spent the majority of his time there swimming and the trip to Berry Bay would be no different. Saturday morning we woke up at 5am (really??!!) to Miles doing his whining and excited panting - the pup wanted to swim and he didn't care what time it was! We were mean - like parents on Christmas who make their kids wait until after breakfast to open their gifts - and didn't take Miles down to the beach until mid-morning, when I got back from running some errands. He was in heaven once he got down to the beach - he swam after the ball, he swam after dragonflies, he swam after me when I swam out deep. He also spent a fair amount of time just floating in the water and watching the boats go by.
|Come on in, the water's fine!|
|Nope. Not getting out of the water. I may be too tired to keep my eyes open, but I'm NOT getting out.|
We met Miles' doppelganger while at the lake - my grandfather's very nice neighbors just adopted an English Setter puppy and she had all the same markings as Miles - right down to one solid black ear, and tri-color spots on her nose and feet. She was smaller because she's a girl and only 6 months old, and she was super cute. It was almost like getting a glimpse back to Miles when he was a puppy (only she was much better behaved than he was at that age).
It was indescribably nice to be back at the lakehouse and spending time with my grandfather. We watched a fair amount of Nascar, talked about the weather (even Freedom couldn't escape the heat and humidity!), and as always talked about the fools on the jetskis who whip around the lake (this is a very popular topic with Grandpa. And don't even get him started on the double-decker pontoon boats). I'm pretty lucky to be in my 30s and still have 3 out of my 4 grandparents around. Grandpa also has a soft spot for Mr. Sweetie and I'm glad the two of them got a chance to spend a little time together. It's never easy to see a grandparent get old - of course, when you are a kid, your grandparents seem old because EVERYONE seems old - but as an adult, you start to really understand what getting old means when you witness how much arthritis or any other health issue suddenly take over and make day-to-day tasks a big undertaking. When we left the lakehouse to head back home, it was bittersweet - it's easy to assume that everything will still be the same the next time I go up there because it has been the same for the past 30+ years, but I know you can't take stuff like that for granted. And it's a bit sad that we simply haven't made visiting my grandfather or staying up at the lake a priority these past few years because we've let ourselves become too busy. This was a good wake-up call that shifting around some priorities might be in order.
|Love you Grandpa!|