I’ve been visiting the same two cabins at Lake George since I was a baby, and if you read this column, you probably know a little about the annual pilgrimage to “the Lake.” I have memories formed on this Lake George acreage spanning as long as I can remember; many things stay the same, but plenty has changed. Swimming to the nearest island turned into swimming across the lake; making acorn muffins, thanks to my grandmother’s good sense of humor, turned into joining forces with my daughters-in-law to feed our growing family every night.
Exploring and enjoying the lake with my own children turned into experiencing it anew with my grandchildren. This year, we arrived at the Lake on June 28, and by July 1, we were a crew of 11 people (with two new grandchildren due within days and weeks) and two big dogs. It may sound crazy, but it’s a ton of fun, and when we leave, we’ll start the countdown for next summer.
In the midst of this tidal wave of golden fur, duplex cookies, sailing, swimming, chalk painting, and fishing is an ever-expanding thread of love and relationships. Back home, we see each other every week, but there’s something different about spending a week together comfortably crammed into two cabins and a camper. The cabins are overflowing with food, tired dogs, colorful toys, and damp towels; the scent of sunscreen and the sound of waves pervades everything.
David and Joshua Laroche, Adam and Ruthie Laroche’s oldest sons, play with their daughters Maddie .
