Squam can catch you by surprise.
You attend with excitement, too much luggage and an open heart. You see old friends, meet new friends and stay up until the wee hours of the morning chatting when you should be sleeping. You take classes with amazing teachers and you are inspired at the same time that you create. You share meals and breathtaking walks through the forest. You find yourself tired in the morning, waiting in line for the shower, wishing coffee was just a bit closer with a huge smile on your face.
You laugh and throw your knitting in the air when the dock, on which you were sitting, breaks and sends you and eight other women plunging into the lake. You laugh about how loud the screams were that you all sent into the forest. You giggle as you hang wet clothing over rocks and tree branches and watch the "dock boys" haul your dock away.
You breathe in the smells, the place, the experience. You wonder how you will ever be able to wait another year to come back.
You have been to Squam.
You have been changed, yet you know not how. You find words ineffective to express the experience.
You wonder at the love and care that is put into making Squam the experience that it is. You whisper a quiet thank you and you peer at the lake one last time before leaving. You check your luggage and nestle into your seat on the plane home hoping to catch up on a small amount of sleep. Secret smiles keep appearing throughout the flight as you remember the stories. the people. the ice cream.
You are surprised, yet again, that Squam could be that good. that memorable. that fabulous.
But, it is. Believe me, it is!
Maybe next year you should go...just a thought.