I know!
Apparently it means "water of the spirits".
OK then.
Sarah and I can't agree on the pronunciation, so I just call it Lake Willy Wonka.
I know that some of you will expect me to make a meal out of that one, but I choose to take the high road.
It does, however, remind me of a story. There is always great significance in the Indian tribes when a name is bestowed on anything, be it a lake or a child.
In our story, a young Indian boy had spent most of his life in a quandry... He felt different yet... couldn't figure why... he was just so depressed. He went to the Chief for answers... He asked the chief how his brother Red Deer Running had gotten his name...
The chief answered in his typically poetic way..."When Red Deer Running was born, at the moment of his birth, the first thing his mother saw was a beautiful deer running off into the forest... and so Running Deer was named. It is the custom of our tribe to name the offspring according to the spirits in nature visiting upon the birth."
Then, the boy said to the Chief... And how did my sister "Thundering Bird" get her name? The chief described again, how at the moment of her birth Thundering Bird's mother had heard a roar of thunder and looking up, saw a bird flying in the sky...
The boy asked again, how his cousin "White Crouching Bear" had been given such a name... And the chief, looking down once more at the boy, explaining the traditions of their tribe.... White Bear's mother had seen a rare white bear crouched over a stream at the moment her baby's birth. Then he asked the boy...
"Why do you ask, Two Dogs Fucking?"
Sorry. I just had to do it.
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