The Four Mile Marker


Feeling free. Living life. The only place I can get away from the stress and drama. Two hours away, my lake house is on the four mile marker of the Lake of the Ozarks. I’ve been going to it since I was a baby. That lake house holds more memories than my house does in O’fallon. I’ve caught the biggest cat fish in the family, I got my first jet ski, I learned how to swim, and also how to ski.

When you first get there, you pull up to a small cabin, and behind the cabin are 114 stairs that lead down to the beautiful lake. Once you go down the 114 stairs, it is worth it. You reach the old wooden dock, that has been fixed up multiple times. At the dock holds our boat, our fishing boat, and our families 5 jet skis. When everyone is at the dock, we barbeque, we listen to music, we have a water trampoline that the kids love to play on, and also a diving board.

While you lay out, the sun rays hitting your skin, as you hear the sound of laughter, the sound of the water hitting the dock and the rocks, the jet skis starting up while the adults take turns taking kids on rides and the dock creeking from the motion of the water. You open your eyes, and see my family, and friends enjoying eachothers company. No fighting. No drama.
Without the lake house, my family would not be as close as we are. We spend almost every weekend down at the lake during the summer. We go out to eat, we go on multiple boat rides, and also jet ski rides, we go skiing, and also tubing. Needless to say, we are lake rats.
My families memories will always stay with that cabin at the four mile marker. Memories that I could never replace, or get back. When I have my own kids, I will be providing them the wonderful lake memories that my parents have provided me. This place is and will always be my own heaven, my get away.