Up To Camp, Day 3
Almost all the images here were taken hurriedly, like I was gathering memories to store away for the winter. At the end of this day, it rained, so we scurried inside, hastily gathered our few things, and left. And just like that, we drove home in a storm in the dark. This summer hasn't been one that was planned; rather, we take adventures depending on the weather. When it's good, we go. When it storms, we go home. The summer in Maine is so brief that you can only plan to live for each available moment. The rain took me back to our very first night in our new house in Maine almost exactly one year prior. We sat on our sofa, which was situated in the middle of the dining room, a ship adrift among a sea of boxes.
The windows were open, and just about then, the rain started. A soft pshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh sound filled the air inside and out, connecting you to the outside and the tops of the trees and making you feel sheltered at the same time. It was so unlike the sound of rain in the desert (which sounds like WHAP! on hard desert floor). In fact, there are places here where you can go in the woods during a rainstorm and stay mostly dry.
"You know what one of my favorite sounds is?" "What's that, Geoff?" "The rain in Maine."
I wrote the following on my facebook page in the car, which pretty much sums up this day and our experience at the camp:
Now back in the land of internet and cell phone coverage (and yes, those places still exist without!) I am happy to report we had a magical 3 days way up at Geoff's grandmother's camp in Lincoln, Maine. Sailing, blueberry picking, fishing, beach, wading, swimming, making friends, making sand castles, and finding a treasure--a vintage wooden ice cream churn I cleaned up and secretly took the kids out to get the ingredients for. It was great to be around so much family, to have more eyes to watch the kids and more arms to love them. We marked their height on the same wall with Geoff's from the '80's. But the growing up was more subtle than that--an unsolicited apology from C when he acted out, and G daring to run out into the rain. Instead of telling her no, I just followed her out of curiosity. She danced all the way down to the dock, singing "Follow the raindrops, follow the raindrops!" over and over. When she reached the end of the dock, she stretched out her arms to the brewing storm clouds and said, "It's a wonderful world!"
PS - Added Sept. 30 - Remember when I said Geoff's grandmother Sweetie wasn't fond of having her portrait made, so I didn't have one of her? Well, we went back more times over the rest of the summer and one night, while she was telling wonderful stories about her late husband, sitting in his old chair, with only one lamp on, I clicked one of her laughing. It's at the end. It's one of my favorite pictures, ever.