Hooper Lake
Hooper Lake
Hooper Lake is where our family cottage is, so I’ve been going there pretty much all my life. The family bought the place in the mid-1950s, as a summer spot, but since then there have been occasions when many members of the family have visited at other times of the year, including the two and a half years Norma and I lived there while our home in Port Maitland was being built.
The lake is beautiful, a great place to mess about in boats and while the fishing is now mainly for smallmouth bass and chain pickerel, you can still get the odd surprise. In the fall, the foliage rings the lake with colour as the waterfowl that live there for the rest of the year begin to depart for more southern locales.
How can you disagree with cousin Henry David Thoreau who said:
“A lake is a landscape's most beautiful and expressive feature.
It is Earth's eye; looking into which the beholder measures the depth of his own nature.”
