Boston Magazine - The Greatest Lakes

VtSteve · 06-30-2009, 05:42 AM

This was the model for some for Winni as well.

BETTER KNOWN AS ITS FILM alter ego, Golden Pond, the real Squam is just as WASPy and nostalgically naturalist as the Fonda-Hepburn classic. In summer, New Hampshire's second-largest lake is a blue-green ripple of forested islands and old-money estates discreetly tucked away from stretches of untrampled shoreline. Geographically, Squam sits 10 miles northwest of Winnipesaukee; culturally, it's closer to a million. Noisy jet skis and oily-fumed cigarette speedboats are banned here, and the booze-'n'-fireworks riffraff prefers the ecumenical trashiness of that other lake's Weirs Beach. Boating is generally low-impact, with the rare mahogany Chris-Craft zipping along. Not for beach lovers, Squam's shoreline is rocky and shallow, so most swimming is done off boats or docks. Nearby Holderness and Center Harbor are home to farm stands and a few small shops, but the lake's main attractions are noncommercial: sunning, berry picking, trailing a hand through the water as someone else paddles. Evenings wind down to the call of a loon, the clink of ice cubes in a gin and tonic, and conversation against a radio turned low. Pack nothing fashionable. - Katherine Bowers

JTA · 06-30-2009, 06:48 AM

Yes! This was the Cow Island of days gone by. Very Squamish.
I personally have been trying to upgrade the current perception of C.I. For example, I only use the island's proper name, Guernsey Island. I also have several colors of sweats (shirt and pants match), and several levels of blue jeans which I vary depending upon the occasion. The occasional bacchanalian event on CI needs to be overlooked ... this is not our true identity. (although it's true that you might get blasted by a hot dog or potato gun if you come in too close ... say 149 feet)

This'nThat · 06-30-2009, 07:03 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by VtSteve

...but the lake's main attractions are noncommercial: sunning, berry picking, trailing a hand through the water as someone else paddles. Evenings wind down to the call of a loon, the clink of ice cubes in a gin and tonic, and conversation against a radio turned low. Pack nothing fashionable. - Katherine Bowers

That also describes Winnipesaukee to a T -- till the party boat shows up!

06-30-2009, 05:42 AM	#1
VtSteve Senior Member Join Date: Apr 2008 Posts: 1,320 Blog Entries: 1 Thanks: 230 Thanked 361 Times in 169 Posts	Squam description This was the model for some for Winni as well. BETTER KNOWN AS ITS FILM alter ego, Golden Pond, the real Squam is just as WASPy and nostalgically naturalist as the Fonda-Hepburn classic. In summer, New Hampshire's second-largest lake is a blue-green ripple of forested islands and old-money estates discreetly tucked away from stretches of untrampled shoreline. Geographically, Squam sits 10 miles northwest of Winnipesaukee; culturally, it's closer to a million. Noisy jet skis and oily-fumed cigarette speedboats are banned here, and the booze-'n'-fireworks riffraff prefers the ecumenical trashiness of that other lake's Weirs Beach. Boating is generally low-impact, with the rare mahogany Chris-Craft zipping along. Not for beach lovers, Squam's shoreline is rocky and shallow, so most swimming is done off boats or docks. Nearby Holderness and Center Harbor are home to farm stands and a few small shops, but the lake's main attractions are noncommercial: sunning, berry picking, trailing a hand through the water as someone else paddles. Evenings wind down to the call of a loon, the clink of ice cubes in a gin and tonic, and conversation against a radio turned low. Pack nothing fashionable. - Katherine Bowers

06-30-2009, 06:48 AM	#2
JTA Senior Member Join Date: Aug 2002 Location: Fort Pierce, Florida Posts: 233 Thanks: 34 Thanked 25 Times in 21 Posts	Guernsey Island Yes! This was the Cow Island of days gone by. Very Squamish. I personally have been trying to upgrade the current perception of C.I. For example, I only use the island's proper name, Guernsey Island. I also have several colors of sweats (shirt and pants match), and several levels of blue jeans which I vary depending upon the occasion. The occasional bacchanalian event on CI needs to be overlooked ... this is not our true identity. (although it's true that you might get blasted by a hot dog or potato gun if you come in too close ... say 149 feet) Last edited by JTA; 06-30-2009 at 06:51 AM. Reason: change word