by Mitch Lee

In the last week of April 1974 I was itching to get my fishing pole down to the lake, so I could catch some early season Splake.

The bad part of itching to fish was that I could not find any worms that were as ready as I was.

The nighttime temperatures were very cold, and most of the boards and rocks I had regularly flipped to harvest worms the previous summer were still frozen to the ground. Continue reading →

by Mitch Lee

It was mid-April of 1976 and Limekiln Lake was almost visible again to my ten-year old inquisitive eyes. The last remaining piece of bluish grey ice drifted out in the center of the lake.

The familiar waves had returned to the sandy beach in a lapping rhythm hurled forth by a strong breeze.  Continue reading →

by Mitch Lee

I purposely waited to write my column this week until after the Syracuse men’s and women’s basketball games were done and won.

I had a different column in mind before I witnessed the two improbable wins; as a Syracuse alumni I was on the edge of my seat during the games. Continue reading →

by Mitch Lee

When I was a junior high student there was a small group of us who enjoyed playing role-playing games.

Speaking from my nerdy side, I’m saying that 35 years ago Leo, David, Robbie, Jeff, and myself would meet at Leo’s house in White Lake to play an afternoon game of Dungeons and Dragons.

I think what brought us together was our common interest in having a club. Continue reading →

by Mitch Lee

Large droplets were dripping from the eaves of my Limekiln Lake house that mid-March day in 1975.

The weather was feeling very spring-like and the snow pack was receding.

My sister and I were inside playing a modified home version of the classic television game show, “Beat the Clock.”  Continue reading →

by Mitch Lee

In mid-March of 1977 I decided to make a snowshoe trek out to Fawn Lake. There was still a good two feet of snow pack on the ground and some wet snow had fallen overnight which made the world look clean and fresh on that Saturday morning.

I loaded up my runner sled with an old pair of wooden snowshoes that were hanging in my father’s workshop.

They had been repaired several times with glue, aluminum splice braces and new leather webbing. Continue reading →

by Mitch Lee

Back in the seventies early March snowstorms were pretty common when I was growing up on Lime-kiln Lake.

Those storms brought a good wet snowfall that made building snow art in the yard easy.

I remember one such Saturday when the sky pounded out ginormous flakes of wet stuff that stacked up quickly and made for the best snow sculpting. Continue reading →