by guest blogger Deanna Cogdon Miller
For as long as I can remember, I spent weeks during the summer visiting my grandparents at their cottages in Ontario. My days there were filled with swimming, playing in the sand, running around, making up shows, trying to catch chipmunks, lying on docks reading and spending time with friends and family.
So you can imagine how happy I was when I met my husband and found out that he too had spent summers at a lake. Even better was the fact that for him the lake was local, he was there every week and he was still going. It didn’t take long for us to start spending our summer weekends there – enjoying the water, a few drinks, sunshine and campfires with friends in the cottages around us. Life changed (for the better) with the birth of our really good friends’ daughter in 2004. The circle of life at the lake was continuing and between our three cottages there are now 11 kids.
We pack up every Friday in the summer and hit the road right after work so that we can have supper there. The lake is pretty deep in the woods and it’s impossible to describe the feeling of peace that comes over you as you round the last corner of the dirt road and the water comes into view. I remember how proud we both were when our first daughter – then two – started squealing and hyperventilating when we’d round that corner. Knowing that she loved it there as much as we did meant so much to us.
We started out staying at my in-laws cottage, then moved into a trailer across the road for a couple of years and then the cottage next door to my in-laws came up for sale and we quickly snagged it. I hesitate in calling the places ‘cottages’. They’re really ‘camps’ as we have no running water, no electricity and our fridge, stove and lights run on propane. What this really means is no television, no video games, no Internet and cell phones only work if you’re standing in the right place and the wind is blowing the right way. 
From the time we get there to the time we leave, the kids are outside and on the go. They’re swimming, fishing, tubing, running in the woods, learning to waterski, going for boat rides and making up games like flutterfly, daycare, baby and swim teacher. If it’s raining, we’re playing Twister and Trouble and Crokinole or we’re reading, drawing, making crafts and jumping in puddles. We tend to pool our suppers with the other families and all BBQ at one place and share our side dishes. The kids then bath in the lake, get their jammies on, sometimes enjoy a campfire and other times just have a bowl of cereal together before crashing from all of the fresh air.
I’ve realized that these kinds of experiences are really some of the greatest gifts we can give our kids. They’re outside, they’re active, they’re creative and they’re surrounded by other kids and adults who love them. Whether it’s every weekend like we enjoy or a week here and there like I enjoyed as a kid, the sounds of campfire giggles, splashing water and kids having fun outside warms the heart and I know from experience, the memories will last a lifetime.

Deanna lives in Dartmouth with her husband and three children. When she's not reading stories, dancing to ABBA or burping a baby, she works in communications for Bell Aliant.