Having a lake named after you

When I was a child, my family used to take our vacations, sometimes, in British Columbia. We had a favorite place to visit, mostly, because of the fine fishing. It was at a Lake that was about 30 miles long and a 1/2 mile wide.

While we were around our campfire, in the evening, the local Indians would go from camp to camp selling their wares. They would, also, tell of the Legends of the area. This one Legend always stuck, in my mind. It seemed that, on this particular Lake, two Indian Tribes made their homes. They were, however, at War, with one another, from years before. There was an Indian Maiden, in one Camp, who was in love with a young Brave, in the other Camp, and they used to stand, on the shore, on their respective side, of the Lake, and chant Indian love calls, to each other. Even though they were warned, by their Chiefs, that nothing could ever come, of it.

One day, they just could not stand being apart, any longer. That evening, on a cold Fall night, they each jumped, into the Lake and swam towards each other in the Moonlight. When they reached each other, in the center, of the Lake, they embraced and, very quickly, froze to death. This act, so impressed the Brave's Tribe, that they named the Lake after the young man.

I will never forget, those wonderful vacations that we spent at "Lake Stupid

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