Imagine...

Steep forested hillsides slope to a wild, driftwood-littered beach. Cougar tracks lead to the lake, you follow them to a mound of sticks and reeds - a beaver lodge. Listen. A fish jumps. A loon chuckles.

A video about the Virgina V.

An oral history from David Coy

You know [as a boy] we’d come around in a skiff, and we’d climb up the anchor chains on these sailing ships and get right up on the bowsprit and jump. That was probably back around ‘32, ‘34, something like that. We had a houseboat and my dad would pull it with a boat, and we’d come into the moorage and hook up the water and put the clamp on, twist the wires together, and boom we’re in business. And we’d stay wherever, and we’d move again.