Bear Lake
Ever since I was a very young girl I have spent a lot of time at Bear Lake. Over the past ten years there have been many changes at my Lake. As more and more people come to the lake they are purchasing property and building homes on the hills and lake side. Many of these changes have made my stomach ache and I can’t help but feel a little invaded.
This lake is special to me. I spent all my informative - coming of age years here. I learned how to water ski here, wind surf, sail, and cook - I had to learn how to cook, because there wasn’t a Taco Bell. I also became a certified scuba diver in this lake, I rode horses, explored the hillside on a three wheeler and I learned how to drive a car on the dirt roads. I drove all over in a golf cart, danced with a boy for my first time on the beach, drank more warm Coke than I care to remember, I listened to Erasure and applied red Zinka to my lips. I never wore much more than a swim suit and I always smelled like Hawaiian Tropic. At night I would lay on the Hobie Cat sail boats and look for the Big Dipper, I was always happy. Always.
Now that I have a family of my own, I am fortunate to bring them here to my favorite lake. They have developed a love for this lake and are making their own happy memories.
Bear Lake is a large lake and is often referred to as the “Caribbean of the West” due to it’s turquoise waters and white sands. It is often covered with sailboats and framed with marvelous sunsets.
I don’t feel like sharing my lake.
For those of you who could care less about my feelings, would you please pick up your trash and not fill your wave runners with gas on the beach or use my lake as a toilet? We don’t need another Lake Powell.
I would like to report that there still is not a Taco Bell at Bear Lake. Praise the Lord.
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