I don't know if it's still like this, but it used to be you could drive over the top of the dam on Baker Lake. I don't usually write about being a kid, but I got this idea after reading the following prompt in In the Palm of Your Hand by Steve Kowit: "Recall something that happened many years ago near a body of water." Baker Lake Dad takes the narrow road over the top of the dam. In the back seat, we study the lake like cats regard what’s behind a shower curtain. We hear each pebble under the tires of the Malibu, watch waves lap the dam, through the residue of window decals Dad tried to remove.