My parents started bringing me and my brothers on trips to the lake when I was really young. One of my earliest memories and the reason that the spirit of Winnipesaukee is embedded so deeply within me, is of lying in a little bed that was in a bay window overlooking the shore. There was a row boat out there, and I used to fall asleep to the sound of the lake rocking the boat. The Native Americans named her Winnipesaukee; I call her Okaasama (greatly exalted mother).
/end hippie-nature mode
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