Year-end at the lake
Since mankind (I refuse to say humankind) has always sliced the inexorable passage of time into four-season packages, and since package #2011 is drawing to a merciful end, and since I now find myself at our Lake of the Ozarks hideaway with time to ponder, please humor me by reading a few public ponderings.
When winter closes in on the lake, quiet descends and snatches of the real nature of this beautiful part of God’s creation can be seen, or at least imagined. I took the photo above on my daily walk. I am on Duckhead Drive, a macadam road wandering northerly along a ridge line toward Duckhead point, one of the myriad Ozark points dividing the shoreline into coves of various sizes and shapes. This is looking to the northwest over little Sandpiper Cove toward the main lake channel. Our hideaway is a nook in the large white building hiding behind the trees in the distance. It is not rustic living, which is still possible on the lake, but perhaps it is more appropriate for octogenarians.
I have a strong sense that our 32 year experience of the Lake of the Ozarks is nearing its end. This experience really started the year of my birth, the year Bagnell Dam was completed and the lake began to fill. I have dim recollections as a young boy staying overnight at a motel on the old Bagnell strip, more memories of bass-boating on the lower lake, of many hundreds of fish caught, of many spring and fall time-share trips, and for the last 12 years all season enjoyment. Life is good.
I am told that the many Oaks that surround the Lake of the Ozarks are nearing the end of their lives. I suspect that a hundred years from now the scene will look quite different as the Oaks are gradually replaced by who-knows-what (at least I don’t know), but for the foreseeable future we can still enjoy the sight of the naked trees this time of year and look forward to next spring as the leaves return, giving the lake its summer look.
Dave, part time lake dweller