Deep Creek (must read)

One of the moments I have stuck in my head was this past summer over 4^th of July weekend. Me and 7 other friends rented a house at Deep Creek Lake for 4 nights and with no parents, we just had the time of our lives. Our house was so secluded and about 80 yards away from the lake, with our own dock. It wasn’t a big house but with trees all around it and it being down a hill from the main road, it was our own private section of the lake.

The house we stayed in was a one floor, four-bedroom cottage-like house, with a kitchen and living area. It sat about 25 feet down from the road, it was probably a terrible driveway to deal with in winter. The slope just continued from the road down about another 80 years straight to the lake, with our own private dock. There was a spot to park two cars, and right outside the door was a picnic table, and this is where we spent a lot of our time. It was a real old style house, and I use the word, “style,” freely. It had carpets with designs, wooden walls, plain bedsheets, and just plain mattress comforters. Also just a plain wooden floor and basic household accessories. It wasn’t a house you would take your mom too for vacation, but it suited for us so well. It was very secluded from the road, and on the path to the lake there were huge trees, as well as big trees on either side of our house, it was very private. In the group of 8 of us, it was me plus 3 of my very close friends, and my friend’s older brother and 3 of his very close friends. That week, we all became very close.

This all leads up to the one part of this trip I remember vividly. It was probably around 12 in the morning the 2^nd day we were there, and about 6 of us were all sitting down on the dock, and on this big rock right next to it. There was a buzz from the boats and jetskis out in the water. Also the crash of the waves on the shore. It was a perfectly sunny day, maybe 70 degrees, but with the big trees on the shore we were still in the shade. It was almost a surreal feeling. No phones, just us and the lake. We didn’t have a care in the world, just hanging out, chit-chatting, cutting up, reminiscing, talking about the future, just having a great time. I remember I had my feet in the water, the water was maybe 55 degrees, kinda chilly, but it felt good on the warm day. I remember us waking up and slowly making our way down there, and we were maybe down there for 2-3 hours. We might have stayed there for the whole trip honestly if we didn’t have to eat.

That was one of the best times of my life. It is a trip I hope to make again with these close friends. Getting away from everything and going to a great place like that really is an awesome feeling.