Lacamas Lake can be a dangerous place for swimmers, children
My dad, an old “Coastie,” dove into Lacamas Lake from our boat to rescue three brothers who had capsized their boat and were floundering in panic.
I remember mom screaming, “No! No!” My little brother and I just thought dad looked like Tarzan. Dad had to struggle with the two older brothers who were trying to climb on him but he saved them and got them to our boat.
Then, he kept diving and diving until he was exhausted, trying to find the youngest brother.
I remember him crying later, saying, “I just couldn’t find him.”
He regretted the loss the rest of his life. That was in the late 1950s.
Many years later, in the late 1990s my brother and I were in my canoe in Lacamas Lake when a boy on the rope swing island yelled that his friend was drowning. We came out from behind the island and, sure enough, a group from the island had swam across the lake to a dock but one boy panicked and was thrashing, sinking in the lake. By the time we got to him he had gone under for the last time. We spotted him underwater and my brother stuck the canoe handle down and rapped him on the chest. The boy reacted, grabbed the handle and we hauled him over to the dock. He recovered and gurgled, “I love you guys.”