We are back from The North, back from a week of North in company with two Grandchildren; Dear Wife; Sophie Matilda; and the family of Joel of The Mole Hole with whom/which we share the same Northern Camp ‘compound’.
A splendid week!
The car going up was packed, stuffed. Adults in front seats; kids in middle with Sophie; and cargo in rear.
Stuffed!
A quick stop for Micky Ds and Taco Bell…and then we were off.
AC wobbled a bit toward end of the 4+ hours and engine made a slightly ‘different sound’…but we made it.
And arrival was joyous.
Weather mostly grande; kids playing and adults and kids reacquainting and…adults playing too.
If the weather was iffy, there were sidewalk sales in one of the nearby villages.
Good weather meant boating/tubing to immense delight of even The Old Fella of The Study.
And there was grilling and eating out and campfire s’mores (sp??).
As Dear Wife said, we did all the hoped for things except hike the Conservancy trail we had hoped to do.
We followed the news a little. Not as much as Downstate. But we did a little.
And we discussed and agreed and shared differing views on politics; religion; social/philosophical etc. matters and stuff I cannot recall at this moment.
And there were cocktail hours for the adults and premium Orange Crème hours for the kids with cheeses, crackers, nuts, and all assorted goodies.
And dogs got along well and neighbor kids were good.
And our neighborhood was full of neighbor folks having a good time.
The only omission: with all this fun stuff going on, The Study got precious little attention: books taken North or ‘living there’ were never opened. Few thoughts were jotted down for later development.
But community was in first place and for this would be author, that is a good thing.
We managed church on Sunday, in the small seasonal, century-old congregation, near Omena Bay.
Dinner followed right on the bay.
A delight for all concerned.
Goodbyes yesterday were accompanied by assurances of regatherings in a few weeks, and the packing up was smooth. Early dinner at a Northern family pub; dessert at an award-winning creamery, where you can smell the potential ice cream, as St. Thomas would say (dairy cow manure); and then on for a swift drive downstate.
How sweet it was/is!
Thank the Very Good Lord for His blessings!!
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Ditto, ditto, ditto to everything as you described it! It is therefore rather quiet "feeling" here at the compound tonight. You are already missed.
Glad to here of safe travel.
One note: we attempted the Whaleback trail today and it is closed! Has been for a few weeks we think. They are currently allowing a lumber company in there to take out some standing dead-wood and for some general thinning. So you couldn't have done it, even if you found the time. Maybe it will be ready by Labor Day! We still drove to the top. What a view!
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