Lake George is one of the few places around Canberra that absolutely fascinates me. I don't know if it is because of the stories my parents and others told me about it, that the landscape has changed so much or if it is because I am crazily obsessed with the idea of driving across it.
I remember when the lake used to come up to the old highway road, which Nathan and I could never agree on until I called in others to back me up. It was only a few years ago that the lake appeared completely empty, so it is exciting to drive past it and see all of the water slowly coming back. I wonder what happened to all of the fish when it dried up. The urban myth about it being linked to another lake on the opposite side of the world was another of my favourite stories, when their lake is full ours is empty and vice versa.
I was also told tales of people walking out into the lake to fish, and disappearing believed to be sucked into the mud in the lake and also of a boat load of men disappearing on the lake, their boat being capsized by a giant wave. The first tale was not true but it turns out that a little boat of navy men did capsize and they were thought to have drowned. In the story that I was told they were never found, I should really research it some day and find out whether there is truth in that tale.
I can't wait to be able to tell Maddie stories like these as she grows up. I hope she remembers them as fondly as I do
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