Written by Emily Glaser (July 2017)
The small mountain lakes of Western North Carolina definitely make a splash.
In some places it’s a gurgle, others the crash and hush of waves; but here, in our mountains, it’s the quiet lapping of the lake.
The call of the lake isn’t a single note or voice, but a harmonious and polyphonic melody. The thumping bass notes of pontoons and trawlers, the reedy growls of Jon boats and speedsters. The creak of a rope swing and the sequential percussionist cannonball crash. The steady, shushed cadence of oars. The plunk of hungry bass and harried snapping turtles as they delve up and under that steady surface. The frenzied, joyous cries of kids—in floaties, on tubes, strapped to skis, and slick with sweat and sunscreen and pure joy.
It’s a mellifluous refrain we mountain folk know and love well. For many of us, it might be the soundtrack to summer camp season; for others, the song we hum on family vacation or weekend getaways. With dozens of lakes tucked into the reaching folds of our mountains, these are lyrics we know by heart, and with summertime in full swing, it’s time we sing them.
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