A Photo is Worth…

July 9, 2024

Let’s go to the photo albums…

I went light with my pix yesterday since most of the action was off the grounds.  Sara and I both depended on our agents to capture most of the action in what was, as you can easily ascertain, another gorgeous day.  If global warming could stabilize right where it is now, we folks here on Lake Tarleton would accept it.

I could not wait to see the four-man rowing shell head out during A Block for some speed runs up and down the lake. James and Tom had boys learning the ropes on the easier two-man craft during clinics and were anxious themselves to see if those skills could be transferred to the double-sized boat. “They got much better with each pass,” was the glowing report.

As promised, we made good on some of the postponed events with Camp Pemi.  I was delighted when one of Pemi’s directors, Charlie Malcolm, showed up to manage a very young group of boys, many very green in baseball!  But, that’s how you run a great camp and we had fun watching the struggle on both sides.

One of our photo aces is Morgan Morneault, who got to hike her namesake mountain along with its neighbor Mt. Percival. The views are off to the east towards Squam Lake and Lake Winnipesauke, which is a change from the normal forested vistas.  Plus, the kids got to hike through a cave near the summit of Percival and up a ladder on one steep pitch.  Well worth a few bugs and a bit of heat, I was informed.

I spent my entire breakfast just now by interviewing some of the boys who went on the after-dinner fishing expedition right here on Mother Tarleton. As luck would have it, I got most of my news from Jack and Charlie, the first two boys pictured with their big catches. Jack went into great detail to describe how fishing prospects were good over near Robin Ascher’s house where many fallen trees and branches provide safe haven for many fish.  I was delighted, too, to see Hunter Drake nab a good whopper on his first full day at Kingswood.  “All that fun, without having to get into a vehicle,” was my rejoinder.

By the way, an early morning mist on the lake is nearly a 100% harbinger of a great weather day to follow, as I had to explain to a few rookies yesterday.  Look at all those water-related photos in the assorted photos and July 8 by Sara.

Sara went along on the flotilla that headed down to the southern end of the lake to a place called “White Sands,” There, just a few feet past the mucky shoreline,  is a sizable place where it is both shallow and sandy.  What a great place for beachballs, footballs and frisbees and worth much more than the approximate 500 words I needed to compete this blog.