Our Time at Cedar Creek Lake

I seem to have confused everyone about where I'm from with my last post.  I was born and raised in Ft. Worth.  I have always's lived in Texas.  When I was in second and third grade we lived on my Great Grandaddy's cattle ranch on the border of Texas and Oklahoma.  In my past life when I was married to my ex we moved to the Piney Woods about an hour out of Houston three different times and each time stayed about a year (but that's a story for another day).  Approximately 7 years ago me and Hillbilly moved East to Cedar Creek Lake and lived there 3 years before returning to the city.  I have ALWAYS came back to Ft. Worth after each brief move.  Here is a post about the lake that I had posted before anyone was reading my blog.


Still Missing the Lake
I really miss our place we had at the lake. Del Mar was the name of our neighborhood and it was the most peaceful place on earth! Peaceful until the Yankee Weekenders rolled in on Friday that is. That's when the party started and it didn't end until the last Weekender rolled out on Sunday night. We had the greatest neighbors there on Armada Loop! During the week it was just me and sweet Buster (God rest his soul) and Tommy across the street. Tommy worked during the week and Buster was retired so it was like I had the whole street to myself. My front porch had the perfect view of everyone and everything so I made it my job to watch the weekenders houses and make sure that Buster was okay!

Weekdays were very quiet and uneventful but I was never bored. I could sit on the porch for hours on end and watch the wildlife or walk down to the dock and watch the water. Everything about that place appealed to me. The sights, the sounds and even the smells. At night you could hear the whippoorwill in the cove and sometimes behind our house. His call was my favorite sound! I think he kept an eye on me when Hillbilly was in town working. In the morning you could hear the ducks in the cove and occasionally they would waddle through my yard with their babies following. So cute! The squirrels and I had some issues the first 6 months that I lived there. They wanted to hang out with me WAY too much and way too close! They actually messed with me when I was working in the yard. I think the old couple we bought the house from used to feed them. They would actually come to the door and beg like a dog. One time they walked right into our living room. They got the message after a few swats with the broom and several dowsing's with the water hose. We eventually learned to respect each others space and were able to live in harmony. The raccoons however, were a different story. We really had no problem with them until the last year we lived there and were only there on the weekends. Apparently they liked to hang out on my porch as much as I did. We would be sitting on the porch at night and they would walk up on the porch like they owned the place. I think they would have sat in my lap had I not jumped up and screamed at the top of my lungs. I never did get used to them and we sold the house shortly after that. The coons were more nature than I could take! SCARY! They are the only thing about the lake that I don't miss.

Weekends were action packed at the lake. Sometimes Mini Me would come to stay the weekend and we would cook out and play with Angel and ride the Sasquatch. The Sasquatch was a golf cart and Angel couldn't pronounce it and it came out Sasquatch so that's what we called it. I loved that thing and miss riding it! We could ride through the neighborhood or load it up with the rods and ice chest and head to the dock. You could usually find me on it all weekend, I liked to do donuts backwards ( it went faster in reverse) in the back yard. I also miss the bonfires! I would get a fire going on Friday night before Hillbilly would get home and we would sit and talk and have cocktails. Someone would always stop by to visit by the fire. Our porch was also the meeting place for all the neighbors, Yankee Weekenders and Full timers alike and if we weren't on our porch we were over at their houses on their decks! Everyone took turns cooking on the weekends. Someone in the neighborhood always had a project going on and the neighbors would come over to watch you work, give you hell or or just give you hand. In the summer it was all about the Lake. We usually went out on the water for a few hours and then came back and had cookouts! FUN! When we were too lazy to take the boat out we just went across the street to the Weekenders and bobbed off their boathouses. Bobbing is the fine art of balancing on a boat cushion while smoking and holding your beer. It takes practice but once you get the hang of it it's the only way to enjoy the cove! The Weekenders taught us how to bob and I taught the Yankee Weekenders how to eat black-eyed peas on New Years Day.

I really miss that place and looking back on it I wished we had kept it. Unfortunately, there's no way to make a living at the lake so here we are back in the big city dreaming of being in the country again. For now I guess I will fire up the grill in the back yard and bust out the marshmallows but it won't be the same without my whippoorwill:(