It was time to revisit a road that I haven’t been on for awhile. I parked at George Williams College golf course and began a slow jog down on north Lakeshore Drive into the Village of Fontana. The road is hilly and as I travel I can look through the lake homes and associations that are between me and Geneva Lake. It is a good time to be a casual observer to the real estate landscape on the west side of the lake. It is breezy but I can see the sun dappling on the lake waves and while hitting the last uphill into Fontana I decide to make this a circular jog and take the lake path. I love this path but I haven’t been on it for a good year. You may know that lakefront home owners on Geneva Lake have to allow access through their property and access can mean gravel, cement, boards, grass, large stones and just plain dirt. I saunter down the steps to the path and start to regain a sense of calmness that I have missed this past week. The lake wind is blowing straight west into my face and the waves are crashing into the shore next to the path. What a welcome sound! This is a jog trail and right now it is not about speed but endurance, being flexible, adjusting to changes in the path footing and taking in the magnificence. This particular portion of the lake path is my favorite because of the opportunity to travel along the lake associations of Buena Vista and Belvidere Park and then through the camps of Norman B. Barr, George Williams/Aurora University, Wesley Woods and then to Conference Point Camp. As I travel by the Belvidere Park the sign tells me that it was established in 1875, one of the first on the Lake. Even then associations were being formed allowing more families access to the lake. Signs of the coming season are the piers being unfolded in sequence onto the lake. Wooden, white welcome mats that take on a life of their own as May turns into June and beyond. Towels will be strewn, chairs in conversation patterns, skis, life preservers, toys, books, and just remnants of daily lake living. Through the years this path has also served up surprises. Sandhill cranes standing on the path as I came around a corner, a fox, always deer, blue herons, a pair of swans, the sound of loons in the distance, weasels scurrying to the water and then the camps themselves. The camps have a special feel based on who is visiting. Violin lessons wafting from cabin windows, guitars playing, church choirs singing on the sand, coffee over the scent of sun tan lotion, the slap of taught wires against the metal flag pole, the whip of banners, along with the smell of smoldering embers. Weddings. Laughter. And while single family homes have been added and construction has taken place, the camps keep the path pretty much the same. Small path. Big Impact. Is it time for you to start a new path and build some new associations? Come join in on the lake ambience and take a breath. Click on the links above to find out more about Association living and the Lake Path tour. Click on my www.margaretcanfield.com link to guide you on the path.
Posted By: Margaret Canfiled