Yessiree! We had a party going on at the lake yesterday. The weather was 20 degrees above zero (-6C)! Even if the wind was blowing we took advantage of the warm day to go for a drive. It was so good to get out of the house. 
Toad Lake
Toad Mountain
Going to the lake brings back memories of other days spent at the lake, relaxing in a lawn chair…almost smelling the lake…it smells a little like fish…and a little earthy. The two complementary smells make war on the breeze each fighting for dominance. On warm days the fishy smell wins.
Thinking about repairs that need to be done in the spring…almost hearing the buzz of boats along the lake and the laughter of children and the barking of dogs…and the mosquitoes that buzz around, oh and the ticks that we have to watch out for not to mention the snakes that might be underfoot.
The smell of the campfire and burnt marshmallows that make your fingers all gooey and the marshmallow is almost liquid as some escapes your mouth dribbling down your chin..and you laugh out loud.
If you were to swim at Toad Lake you will have to be prepared. One word Leeches. It is the only bad thing I recall about this beautiful little lake. My brother and I would swim there and when we came out of the water we would pick leeches off each other. When you yank them off they leave a little blood trail behind. Ah ..the memories of childhood at this lake.
We returned home.
Where the wind was blowing the snow across the road and the sun was retreating into the clouds. Reality smacks you right in the forehead sometimes.
