My Watermark is Pickle Lake, Ontario.

My siblings and I learned to swim in Pickle Lake. My dad would land his float planes down by the docks. He wouldn't let us swim close to the planes and the docks. His concern was the water was dirty with spilled oil and gasoline. I remember the water having a colourful, shimmery look to it. So us kids would go down the beach and swim where the water was upstream from the docks. Sometimes, we even drank the water too.