For old times sake, I took a turn into Lake Casa Blanca on Sunday. It was late in the afternoon. I was a little exhausted from tending to menial things at my place and at my mother's vacant house. Some heavy lifting was involved but nothing that broke my back.
I stopped for something to drink because my mouth was so dry. My body was telling me I was behind on fluids. All I had strength for was sitting behind the wheel of my pickup.
As I drove east on Saunders, I played in my mind the many times we got on the old lake road, the one just west of the county golf course. That was the only way we knew of how to get to the lake. The curving road had a low wooden fence between us and the greens. That fence ended at some point, giving way to a nondescript park sign.
There was no entry fee in the days of my youth.
The grounds surrounding the lake look the same, with the exception of some add-ons and replacements. I can't help but think that on a day like this the lake would've been packed with outdoor types and cruisers out to pass the time. Times change, however, and the tired park has lost its allure. The area near the shuttered swimming pool was deserted. If it wasn't for the noise coming from Loop 20, you could sit alone in silence.
And old bench sits broken near the pool house.