Confession: I don’t know how to spell “Lake Winnipesaukee” without looking it up online. Isn’t it funny that the places we love the most are sometimes the hardest to spell? Okay, I’m clearly trying to make excuses for the area in which I’m fairly challenged, but what isn’t challenging is how this northern lake wiggled its way into my top 20.
When we were kids, my family would vacation in the Lakes Region of New Hampshire, and even though I’ve been more recently a jet setter, my best vacation memories were from this place.
Having an inner child that is a total indulger, I recall fondly, trips to a make-your-own-sundae tourist spot called Franken Sundae, clearly a clever play on words that insinuated only the most gluttonous concoction of sugary sweets piled on top of other sugary sweets! The marshmallow topping was always my last stop, with its ooey-gooey goodness, drenching my palette with sticky pleasure. Mmmm… I couldn’t get enough really, and looked forward to our ice cream adventure every year we visited. I’m saddened to report that Franken Sundae has since closed, but remains quite open in my heart.
For just a moment, let’s reflect on the name “Funspot“. What isn’t there to like about a place with that name? It’s FUN, and clearly they give you the SPOT in which to enjoy ones self. Oh and I did. I remember Go Karts, games, rides, and child-like excitement! I know there are pictures floating around of me riding with my dad as a kid, racing others on the Karts. I liked thinking that we’d won, beating everyone else on the track, even though the Karts were likely all going the same speed. I also recall being allowed to drive my own Go Kart when I was a bit older, an early teen possibly, and not knowing at all what to do or how to drive! I had people passing me and giving me the stare-down! FUNspot my ass! More like SCARYspot! I couldn’t wait until that ride was over, and my nerves were shot. I declared seconds after hopping off the kart to my mother after that that I would never drive an actual car. She retorted with, “Yes you will..” Of course she was right, and I resolved that issue in my later teen years. Besides giving me my first (tumultuous) diving experience, this little known gem gave me years of fun childhood memories.
During my teen years, we didn’t visit the lake as often. I missed it. I wanted to go back and relive those memories of my younger years.
By 2003, my family, joined by an aunt, uncle and cousins, went back up and stayed on a quiet little section of the lake in Moultonborough. We were directly on the water, with two balconies overlooking the placid inlet, and a private beach, on which my cousins fed the ducks. We kayaked, went swimming, laughed, and reconnected with the lake all over again. I knew that even though it had been well over 10 years since we had vacationed there, my love for this place never subsided. Sure the experiences were different – we didn’t go to make our own sundaes, and was no longer afraid of driving a Go Kart, as I owned a car (Go Karts can’t keep this girl off the road!) – the lake still proved to keep my heart map beating strongly.
I’ve stopped by the lake a few times over the last year or so, and each time I do, I find that my childhood smile comes back, as do all of the memories I take with me. Sure the scenery for me is going to change dramatically in the next month, but this place for me will always stay the same. The same land, the same water, the same feeling… And nothing can change that.