While we still rest when we are "at the lake", the quiet is gone except at the ends of the seasons. Dad and Mom were Cape Cod vacation folks until a neighbor invited them up for a fall weekend and pointed out an island for sale. That was 60 years ago. When I was growing up, there were only 6 motorboats in the area and everyone "knew" who was out just by the sound of the engine. That is long gone.
Don't miss the long drive (thanks to the highways) and the open slow boats that we got very wet in during the rain storms (being an island, there were times when you "had" to travel in the rain.
Do NOT like the amount of boaters that have a lack of care about the next person. Just this weekend, I slowed to pass two kayakers and about 30 seconds later two jet skiers passed between us throwing a big wake.
It is still the best place to be.
Jay, thank you for your beautiful written story. I have lost both parents, but the great memories live forever. Thanks again for sharing.