I got excited every time my dad would pull in the driveway with the boat. After sitting for several hours in the back seat of the car, I found the slow drove to be absolute torture. I just knew when we arrived we were going to have a great time. Once we would get there we would pull up to the launching ramp, this would always scare me because it being such a steep hill. My Dad would always ask me to help, even though my little arms couldn’t do much, but at the time it made me feel like superman. As my parents would put the ice chests and lunch into the boat, I would bounce all the way up the ladder and into the boat, jumping excited to go feel the wind in my face as we fly across the lake.
Furthermore when you're at the lake, there are some very distinct smells. The smokey smell of campfire smoke always lets you know that there are marshmallows and hotdogs being roasted. My mother would get marshmellows and Hershey bars and put them on a stick for me and would cool them off, often she would get her fingers sticky and gooey from the melting smores. The campfire we made was so bright and fiery red. This made for a warm relaxing night to sleep under the night sky in our comfy sleeping bags.
However If you're looking for a quiet relaxation at the lake, I don't think that will work out too well. The lake is always really loud throughout the day. You can hear the loud motors of