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The Lake Martin Wind Goeth Toward The South

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The Lake Martin Wind Goeth Toward The South

If I drive directly to my office from home, I never glimpse Lake Martin. So sometimes (read Mondays) when I am headed to the office, and need some inspiration or a reminder about what I am really doing, I drive to Kowaliga Bridge, take in the view, and turn around refreshed.  Today it was really helpful, especially after hearing so much bad news lately about the real estate industry.

If you talk to families that have owned or rented Lake Martin homes for a long time, you will never hear them say, “boy we enjoyed the lake house, except for the late 1970s’ oil crisis” or “golly, the failure of the savings and loan banks in 1987 really screwed up my weekends at Lake Martin.”  Nope.

“Church in the Pines” More pics from Lake Martin Voice

Instead I hear comments like “that lake house has been the only place I can really relax” or “my favorite pictures of our kids were the ones we took on the dock…”  Somehow, during WWII, Korean War, Bay of Pigs, Vietnam War, oil quotas, 19% rates, S&L Crisis, Tech Bubble, Y2K Crisis, 9/11, Iraq …. somehow people still like their lake homes.

I am not suggesting that buying a home on Lake Martin will make you a happy person. There’s only one way to that kind of peace. And I am not trying to belittle today’s market woes or equate the Y2K panic to the Bay of Pigs. I am only saying that, well, I don’t really know what I am trying to say.

“Hello, Yellow”                                From Lake Martin Voice

Maybe all I am saying is that here is one thing I KNOW: the skies are stunningly blue today. The wind was whipping down south from Big Kowaliga, whitecapping its way to break on the shores of Sinclairs-By-The-Sea. The heron that was fishing over in the slough by Kowaliga’s Used Boat place was too elusive to photograph. No one was around to see me standing like a tourist on the shore, looking around for a bird whose pecan sized brain was too much for mine. Nothing in the realtor playbook for that one.