Every day, a photograph, a poem. In my photos I found the newspaper photo [by Scott Hunter, used with permission] of the grandkids on the “sand hill” they once tumbled down into the cold waters of Crescent Bay on Lake Roosevelt of the Columbia River.
This was a favorite place, always, even if we “camped” elsewhere for the day, a trip to this beach was always part of the fun.
In front of the hill, in the lake, the hill continues, so diving into the lake right from shore is always a thing to do– no wading needed. The lake fluctuates since it is a reservoir to irrigate the dry lands of the Columbia Basin and generate electricity. [history]
I miss the laughter and the sound of “Gramma, let’s go to the sand hill!” Always, the best place to cool off.
This post is a repost and revision of a part of: Squeals
On the lake shore
a favorite hill
Climb to the top
in the squishy hot sand.
On the count of threeSheri Edwards
race as fast as you can
jump first in the lake—
cousin fun, feeling grand.
Geeky Gramma ~~
Retired Middle School Language Arts/Media Teacher ~~
Writer and Thinker~~
Art from the Heart