When you reach the end of the lake, it’s time to start looking for campsites (or a nice spot for lunch, if you’re just there for the day). We arrived early afternoon on a Friday and found that one of the very first spots was open. It had space for three or four tents and perfect access to the lake: our very own private sandy beach. The kids were in paradise.

After an afternoon of splashing, sand castles, and sunscreen (who needs the tropics?), it was time to set up camp for the night. This is always one of my favorite parts. Like all true nomads, our family has learned that you can make any place feel like home.

In between mealtimes and playing make believe amidst the moss-covered logs and overgrown ferns, we had plenty of time to explore. We walked the length of the lake, checking out different campsites along the way (there were many). The kiddos also enjoyed using the backcountry privy, nestled in the trees high above the lake.

This is a magical place. I loved its solitude before having kids, and now I cherish the new memories we’re making together and the imagination it sparks in their growing minds. Before we left, the oldest said, “I wish we could stay here forever.”

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