I believe most people go on vacation to get away from their life back home, to reconnect, to reset –rejuvenate, to find their “zen”. This is where myself and my family go to find all the above and so much more. Every year in January I start counting down the days until I get to go back to Newfound Memories.
Julie and Chuck have been hosting me with a cottage since they took ownership in, I believe, 2012 and there are so many reasons why I go back year after year. I have been going to NewFound Lake for 30+ years and while I have “enjoyed” going to the lake, let me say, Newfound Memories feels like my home away from home.
The cottage is always ready for my arrival, it is clean, safe, inviting and comfortable.
It doesn’t matter what the weather is … there is always something to do. If it is sunny, take a long walk around the lake where people are happy, friendly, they smile and say hello or wave at you ! Go for a swim, use a kayak or paddle board. The kids love playing soccer on the beach. Or just lounge, in one of the comfortable chairs reading a book or listening to the radio while staring at the sights on and across the lake. When you get hungry, my grandkids love packing up lunch and having it on the picnic tables, under the trees, on the beach. After a long day on the beach, just go back to the cottage, toss a buger, hot dog, steak or chicken on the grill right outside your door.
If it’s rainy and you feel like you have to go somewhere, take a ride and go mini golfing. Or maybe go to Meredith to catch a movie or shop. Grab an ice cream cone at “The Dock”. But I have to say my grandkids and I especially love staying at the cottage on the 3 season porch, listening to the rain, playing a board game, munching on popcorn and listening to the latest book on CD that we checked out from the library back home.
If I am totally honest, I believe one of the things my grandkids truly enjoy is to get up early Sunday morning, take a walk to get to “Shackett’s” store, with the smell of the fresh donuts they are cooking (You can smell them half way to there) and wait for the store to open. We each get two donuts, I prefer the ones covered in cinnamon and sugar, and a jug of milk. And because we can’t wait until we get back to the cottage, we go across the street from the store, sit at the picnic tables and chow down ! Once everyone is done …. We walk back to the cottage to work off the donuts. Now that’s what I call a Sunday tradition !
It truly brings a tear to my eye when I have to say “Good bye , see you next year !” to my amazing, warm, friendly hosts Julie and Chuck …. But I know it’ less than 365 days til I get to go back … and I dream … of the long lazy days on the beach …
D.Grunwald