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Mary Maiden and Hannah Schaepsmeyer, Chris Cameron and Lindsay Cameron. Click on picture for a larger version |
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Interlake, David Hilker Memorial Tournament winners:
Angie Hilker, Mike Bates, Dylan Bates, Nathan Garland, David Garland and Cathy Hilker. Click on picture
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After many wonderful years on Jack Lake, I have finally been inspired to put pen to paper to share some of our family’s experiences of cottage life. First, let me state that, although my tales will be truthful, I will need to change some of the names to protect the guilty. I’m thinking back 30 years to a time when we were socializing a lot with a couple we had much in common with (let’s call them Davis and Belinda). They had two children as did we. Both boys had the same first name so let’s call our son, age 7, Jay1 and their son, age5, Jay2. Then came their daughter, Penny, 3 and our baby, Alice, 1. Since we always had fun together we thought we’d try a holiday together, possibly rent a cottage. My husband, Dwayne, got wind of a place through one of his friends. He said it was a little resort on a beautiful lake with cabins which were not fancy but clean and comfy. That sounded good to us so we made the call. We could only get the last week of August but that was OK…we really needed a holiday…and so we pulled into Timber Sands on Jack Lake, starting a 10 year tradition. Timber Sands, then owned by Bud and Nancy Lehman, was just as promised. There was a nice beach and about ten little cabins. Nancy was warm and hospitable and Bud was…well…Bud so we settled in. Jay1 and Jay2 spent the day exploring and, as they told us many years later, trying to get lost in the woods out back. Penny and Alice played in the water and visited the candy store, to which they would wear a path by the end of the week.
After supper Dwayne and Davis were feeling
pretty mellow and decided to take the communal pedal boat for a spin. We
were such tourists that we actually thought Brook’s Bay WAS Jack Lake so
our guys thought they should “pedal across the lake”… so off they went,
armed with large flasks of medication and a couple of life jackets.
Their progress was slow. Dwayne was a good deal heavier than Davis
causing the craft to list badly to one side. They were taking on water
and had to quickly consume the contents of one flask in order to use it
as a bailer. They got to the middle of the bay and needed to rest. As
sundown approached, At that point Belinda and I slithered away to watch from a distance. Darkness fell. The lads suddenly realized that boats were screaming past them left and right and all they had for light was a BIC lighter. As they were told later, they were directly in the well used boat lane to the marina. One boater honked angrily at them and yelled out a rather pointed suggestion so the boys decided to get out of Dodge. I still have a picture of them pedaling for dear life, one flicking his BIC, the other bailing with both flasks…our heroes! Anyway, they both survived and so ended our first day and first memories of Jack Lake. |
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they were still there. Belinda and I were sitting on the beach with the
other guests and we knew that Dwayne and Davis had no idea how well
their voices were carrying over the water. They were making all sorts of
embarrassing comments including a comparison of the feminine attributes
of some of our fellow cottagers. One of the women was heard to say “who
are those JERKS anyway”?