I would like to thank you for fighting for our hidden treasure. Having been at Priest Lake since I was born, 58 years now, I grew up calling it the little lake. Every summer myself and all the cousins waited for the day we would finally take a trip to the little lake. Grandma, aunts and uncles, mom and dad along with 7 of us cousins, would pile in 2 aluminum boats with 12 hp motors on them. We would leave early in the morning and arrive home just before dark.
The trip to the little lake was a high light of the summer. It became a tradition that all of us cousins continue with our own children. Yes, the boats have changed, but not the joy of enjoying the serenity and beauty of the thorofare.
Yes I have paddled the thorofare many times. But the joy of sharing it with my family could never have been done or be done in the future without passage by boat. The tradition would be lost. My grandkids would never be able to go with aunts, uncles and cousins. Each turn of the thorofare has a story. Not only would the trip be lost, but the stories and memories that are shared as we travel up the thorofare would not be passed down.
The little lake, Upper Priest Lake, is a treasure that should be open for generations to come. So they too can share in the serenity and beauty and stories to come.