Up To Camp, Day 1
"The cabin" as it's affectionately known, is both a safe haven and a work of art to me. It was built by Sweetie, my husband's grandmother, and her husband, back in the 1980's when there was very close to nothing else out there on Caribou Pond in Lincoln, Maine. It's rustic and comfortable and perfect. The flooring is pieces of carpet from the house Geoff grew up in in Portland, each room a little textural memory. This place is a retreat from everything else the year holds, and everything that's already been. You get that feeling that no matter what else happens out there in the world, that you'll come back here, and when you do, it will be the same as it ever was, connected to all the years that happened long before we were here, lapping in endlessly like the waves. We reunited with Grampie, Uncle Rees, and Sweetie. Sweetie wasn't comfortable having her portrait made, but what she really, really did want was for someone to sit and listen to her stories. She told many wonderful stories, which were not new to Geoff, but most were new to me. And they were hilarious. I really got the feeling her life would make an excellent movie, if from nothing else but the characters.
We'd gotten in later than we'd hoped. Our plan was to get there in time for them to nap, but after two long hours in the car, they were ready to explore (and so was I). I tried to get them down and negotiated, they were really refusing, Sweetie was no help because she just wanted to let them get up to run around and play, and by the time I'd just about given up it was working on supper time, so we just gave up on naps and headed out to the water. It was a long, frustrating, kind of emotional afternoon, and the boat ride with just the 4 of us seemed like a little release onto the other side, a way to wind down the day into the golden hour and putter out to the blueberry bushes.
By putter, I really do mean putter. Our battery ran out, so Geoff paddled us back. We were gone almost 2 hours and returned for a delicious meal together and to settle in for Sweetie's many stories as the chill fell and we all went to bed early.