I have a story to tell...it's about a lake. But first...there was a muddy pond with an enormous pile of trash buried above it. When our house in Quindaro burned down in the late 80's, we moved to the country...and this pond was on our 13 acres. Approximately where the lady with the blue sweater is sitting...right about there, an entire refrigerator came out! Dolls...soap bottles, oil barrels, car parts, TRASH...we spent months removing loads of rubbish from the land.
We pumped out the lake, and started running across it with a seine to remove fish. There was a small holding pit dug with a tractor just behind the lake where we stored the fish. Our neighbor came over to help while his wife (in the blue sweater) sat and enjoyed the show.
I was always a mud monger...and I wasn't beyond smearing it on my face, thank you mom for NEVER posting those pics of me...ever...please?! I love the deep prints in the silty mud, and the big "sploosh" where you can tell a foot went in, deeply...and splayed the mud out in a lovely burnt umber fan. Lord knows what was in that bucket...it was like Christmas for dad and I every time some critter would emerge from the net!
We eventually put in a sandbar by bringing Missouri River sand a ton at at time from the quarry. I always loved getting a new load of sand and covering over the mud just a little more as I was getting toward my teens and did NOT want to stick my foot in it anymore! You can see the metal slide...hot on the booty...inner tubes for floating or fishing out of...and the sail boat is tethered in the middle of the lake. Somewhere on the bottom is the mast to that boat...a neighbor girl flopped herself gracefully into the boat and the mast fell in. We tried lowering a rock on a string and listening for a *clink*...but it was about 20 feet deep right there, we never found it.
One year, it rained really hard and flooded the lake...you can see how short of a ride you'd get on the slide! It just crested the emergency spill-way, and was mere feet from the top of the huge dam....the sight always stunned me...we spent a lot of time canoeing around the lake into areas that were previously just grass. The weeping willow above was only a few feet tall...it's now a full-sized tree...at least it was the last time I saw it about 6 years ago. A good chunk of my youth was spent at this lake...if I wasn't swimming in it, fishing out of it or canoeing across it...I was certainly push-mowing around it! Or lowering a push-mower down the back of the dam with a very long rope...Ahhhhh, no gym can ever replace exercise like THAT!
Miss you, lake...