Thankful
As we move into the dog days of summer, I find myself feeling a deep sense of gratitude for this little village so many of us hold close. The Belgrade Lakes region has a rhythm all its own: slow, steady, and filled with a quiet kind of wonder.
By July, life seems to ease up even more, even as the town fills with familiar faces and newcomers. Lines grow at the Day’s Store counter trying to get those coveted donuts and the boat launch on Great Pond, but no one’s rushing and everyone’s happy to be waiting, just friendly smiles, familiar greetings, and a sense that this is exactly where we’re meant to be.
There’s a special kind of comfort in sharing this place with others who know it by heart. Families return year after year, their memories etched into camp walls, well-worn docks, and the water itself. Over meals and long evenings, stories are passed around, about big catches, childhood adventures, and summers that shaped them. Whether you’ve been coming for decades or just arrived, it doesn’t take long to feel like you belong.
Afternoons here invite a kind of peaceful idleness. Drifting on the lake with a cool drink in hand or getting lost on the porch in a great summer read feels like an event in itself. Laughter carries from the water, paddleboarders glide by, and the woods offer winding trails and quiet lookouts that reward you with calm and awe in equal measure.
In Belgrade Lakes, summer isn’t tracked by a calendar; it’s marked by familiar sounds, easy moments, and memories that seem to hang in the air long after the day ends. Life slows down here in the best way, and as the days stretch on, I’m reminded again of how lucky we are to call this place part of our lives. I’m glad to be here and glad you’re here.
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