This is a big "swimming rock" at a neighbor's camp. The people who own this camp are from the Webster family. The patriarch was a doctor named Dan Webster. He used to commute to Plattsburgh all summer, parking his car at the foot of the lake. He had a red speedboat (we used to call them speedboats in those days) and it was the fastest boat on the lake (probably had about a 60 horsepower motor). He'd fly down the lake in the morning to where he parked his car and back up the lake after work. It just seemed so exotic to me to live a life like that. His daughter now owns the camp and it's a real mess. Junked cars all over the place. Her son is a friend of mine and was a lot of fun to be with, a good friend just after Jamie moved out. He was really nice to me, even if he was only 19. He lived in the camp pretty much all winter, in that way that 19 year olds do, with no running water and no heat. He finally found somewhere else to stay when it got really cold, like -20.
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