One of my favorite memories of the lake is when I was in high school in Ma. and would come to Wolfeboro for weekends with my boyfriend. It was obviously winter. He and I and a bunch of his friends would have coffee at the Bubble and then drive out onto the bay, speeding and sliding all around. The only time I got nervous was when we heard a sharp crack.......you know, like C*R*A*C*K and we figured we'd better get the heck off the ice before it was too late.
Another favorite is a picture in my mind of my ex sitting with his arms around our two kids, with their feet in the water, sitting eating ice cream cones at Dockside.
Back further, was one night watching a full moon over Carrie Beach, but I won't elaborate on that one.
