• Watermark
    Lake Rousseau, ON - Emmi W

My watermark is Lake Rousseau.

When I was young at Lake Rosseau, I swam in the dark, cold lake and enjoyed a blown up water park. I went on all the slides that dumped me into the lake with a massive splash. I even road a jet ski with my Mum before a hurricane arrived. It made the sky dark, frightening and stormy and the water choppy, white and sinister.

When I was young at Lake Rosseau, I ripped my foot on a tin can while swimming back to the beach. Most times I burned my arms and legs in the scorching hot sunlight. Which hit, slapped and whacked me throughout every day. I road the ripple of the boat ahead inside a donut-shaped inner tube.

When I was young at Lake Rosseau, I jumped, skipped and hopped along the path looking in between the hard smooth rocks. I had to find the best skipping stone of them all to skip. Then I skipped it over the calm waves that lapped over top of the soft sand. I saw ducks swimming over top the waves squawking at everyone who got in there way. I even spotted a baby black bear scavenging in the woods for scraps to eat.

As I sat on the front porch and stared out at the small shiny glistening reflexion of the stars shine on the lake. Then I finally realized it was time to sleep I waved the moon good night, walked into my cabin to rest for exiting the days to come.



Waterbody
Lake Rosseau, ON

Watersheds

Contributed By
Emmi W

Collected By
Katarina Milinkovic

Watermarks are true stories about you and your connection to a body of water. By archiving your story, you add to a living record of our shared water heritage, protecting these waters for generations to come. So tell us: What is your watermark?