This area is packed full of childhood memories for me. Some of the memories come from stories told but most are mine first hand. When I was a kid my parents and their rowdy group of friends use to come out here regularly. We would make it a day trip just to go fishing or Christmas tree hunting, or we would bring all our gear to spend the night. Sometimes we'd bring a boat out and go across to "the island". "The Island" isn't an island at all anymore but I believe it once was long before my time. It is incredibly peaceful and so quiet out here it'll make you never want to leave. Keep an eye out for wildlife, loons, geese, moose, deer, frogs, fish, lizards, ect... Wallingford Pond's got 'em all!
This cache is sort of a memorial for me. One to remember those wild childhood parties in the woods. But also for a man who made times being at Wallingford Pond (and everywhere else) greater just being for being there. My father's family isn't that large, so he has "adopted" that rowdy group of friends and made them as much of family as anyone blood related. One of them is my "uncle" Boone. He's been gone almost a year now, but, I'm sure he got his pick of a squaw and is riding the wind and tracking the big one through the swamps near here.