Summer has finally arrived here in British Columbia, and during the summer there is no more beautiful place to be than at Sproat Lake on Vancouver Island. I was fortunate to spend my summers growing up there. Sproat Lake has over 200 miles of shoreline, and is known for its warm water. We used to swim in Sproat Lake from Easter weekend until Thanksgiving day. My friend Fae's parents had property on the lake and their family lived there all year round. At the first hint of spring, Bonnie, Fae, Sherry, Ann and I would go swimming.
I remember one year when we were about 14 or 15 years old, we were lying on the dock leading to the boathouse, and the two boys next door, Doug and Gordon, and their friends Randy, Gary and Bill decided to start showing off by jumping off the roof of their boathouse. Of course, we all pretended not to notice, lying there completely insoucient and nonchalant. We were far too mature to notice the antics of silly boys. However, one by one, as the boys jumped off the boathouse, they lost their bathing trunks in mid air. It was like a perfectly choreographed ballet, and the shrieks of the girls could be heard echoing across 200 miles of shoreline. The loons took up the cacophony for what seemed like ten minutes, while the boys picked up their bathing suits and ran into the boathouse.
Whenever we get together, someone always says, "Remember that time...?" That was when we discovered that men, bless their souls, really are funny -- even when they're trying not to be.
I have a feeling it's going to be a beautiful summer. Go out and make some memories.