After three months on lockdown at home in my little Manhattan apartment, I called my North County friends and asked if I could come for a visit. Fortunately for me, they all said yes. My first stop was Sue’s camp on the far side of Twitchell lake.
Here’s Rosie, Sue’s recent rescue pup. Still needs the training harness, but making great progress.
The lake is absolutely gorgeous.
If you’ve ever heard of the book Woodswoman, Anne La Bastille, the author, had a camp across the lake. She called it Black Bear Lake in the book. Forty years ago, I was at the tail-end of an unhappy marriage. Reading that book helped me to stay alive.
The loons were back and nesting up on the shore. Gorgeous haunting songs and calls in the evening.
Too long a period of unrelenting time in NYC left me aching to see the sky
Here’s Rosie in the boat. Ho hum, just the daily commute to her training walk. She also loves standing in the shallow water just off the docks, watching for the fish. When she sees one, she jumps at it. Then goes back to standing and staring. Hilarious.
We got out all our toys and practiced tying some knots. Wrecked Sue’s kitchen in the process, but had a lot of fun. Then we went fishing off the dock.
Sue only caught the ones that got away. I caught a little fish, and returned it to the lake after a photo op.
Clear skies or stormy, this place is a little piece of heaven!
Cool old birch tree. I don’t think I ever saw one this big before.
Huge thanks to Sue and Rosie for a lovely and peaceful visit!