Friday, September 16, 2011

Fire At The Camp

My Aunt and Uncle have a camp on a lake about 10 minutes from my Mum's house. My Grandfather built it and it's been a family tradition to spend lots of time there each summer.
The recent hurricane dropped a lot of rain and the water is really high! Usually there is a shore line to walk, but not this year!  The docks are even all floating!
The camp is the first one on a cove so the water is shallow and calm.  I love evenings there.
My Grandfather drilled a hole in the granite rock in front of the camp for the tractor seat when he built the camp in the 1940s. It's an awesome spot to sit and reflect on things.
One of my favorite things about camp is having a fire in the granite stone fireplace.  This year, the DNR had allowed my uncle to remove a pesky beaver dam near the camp and it had been out drying all summer. We used the sticks and logs to start a wicked good hot dog roasting fire!
My aunt, uncle, cousin-Eric, Mum and I roasted hot dogs and fed the fire all evening. It was a perfect chilly night for it. My pink sweater still smells like smoke.  I'm going to take it out and breathe deep when I need a hug from home.

Next up: Up The River Without A Paddle.


MadCityMike said...

Definitely can see why you'd miss Maine......

Sara said...

Sweet post!

Lisa/knitnzu said...

That looks so lovely! What lake are ya on? I still dream about East Grand Lake... I spent some time there as a kid, and my friend's family turned the old camp into their home. Haven't made it out to see them yet, though I DID see her this year for the first time in maybe 30 years! (she lives in DC)

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