Travel Tradition - My Family Travels
“Sitting on those rickety slabs of wood, tuning out the rest of the world with the sound of crashing waves, the sun glistening off the water like diamonds; it was then that I realized I had found my own heaven on earth.” Once I took my first steps, I was walking on those islands. The tradition was to be continued and it will forever.
            My grandfather and his friend visited Lake George for the first time with just a tent, canoe, and a few dollars on them. He says, “It was one of the best decisions I ever made because now generations are continuing to enjoy it up there year after year.” It is my mother’s favorite place in the world and same goes with me! The past two years, problems have built up and resulted in a broken home and continuous hassles, but once we see that lake behind those pine trees, it is one of the best feelings.
            Lake George is a place where dreams happen. We met a few families up there that I will keep in touch with for the rest of my life.  Although we only see them once a year, they feel like family. My all time favorite memories have taken place there. All year round, I look forward to our barbeques on the islands, going to the town at night, intense water tube rides, Glen Island pit-stops, warming up in sweatpants and sweatshirts on cool evenings to watch the fireworks, everyone hanging out on the porch and ordering pizza to Carey’s Motel when a storm comes in, and cliff jumping trips with the train of boats. I could go on forever. Sometimes things go wrong, but not much. For instance, my dad went home one time, but between everyone and just being in that environment helped me appreciate everything else in my life. Even the simplest things like when my brother and mother go to rent a boat and my boyfriend and I get to drive her car to the marina, makes me love every minute that I am there. 
              I remember the first time we got my mom out water tubing.  I think that was that hardest I have ever laughed and I hadn’t seen my mother have that much fun in a while. Even the random things that happen are moments I will never forget. For example, Two years ago, our friends’ boat and ours both ran out of gas about eighty feet from the docks. To this day, it still makes me laugh every time I reminisce about it. Picture my friend’s father trying over and over again to throw us an ore, while my mom was trying to untangle ropes. The waves were drifting us in opposite directions and everyone back at the beach was pointing as we were all cracking up. We swam to the floating dock and people on land tried to catch the ropes. Watching home videos of moments like these means so much to me. I can watch them for hours upon hours and not get bored. 
I absolutely love Lake George and every little experience I have up there. A trip there boosts my family’s spirits and makes life back at home seem bearable. I know I want my kids to experience the tradition as well. Lake George is more than a vacation spot; it is a part of my life that will never die. It is like a deep breath of fresh air.

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