Hunt Sweitzer
I remember summers at Round Lake, heading out in our friend Lynda's Grandfather's little fishing boat. Armed with large fishing nets, we'd make our way to the far side of the lake, to beautiful area of clear water over bright sand. There we could easily spot painted, green, and leatherback turtles. We'd take turns hopping out of the boat to chase them down and bet them. Sometimes we'd release them where we found them before we headed back across the lake, abd other times we'd release them in front of our cottages, hoping they'd stick around. That is one of my dearest childhood memories. It saddens me that we lost Lynda not long ago, and now Sherm. Life may be short, but beautiful memories are forever.
