First of all, thank you all so much for your lovely, lovely vacation wishes. S. and I spent ten days completely unplugged, away from all cell phones, blackberries, emails, blogs and facebook and it was, in a word, wonderful. I am all those wonderful “r” words…refreshed, relaxed, rejuvenated…and utterly committed to having more time like the last ten days I just spent. More substantial post to come later in the week, but in the mean time…
my parents always wonder how S. and I can spend so much time at our family cabin, which in the past has mostly been used as a respite after long days hunting and fishing. S. and I manage to turn it into a vacation respite as regularly as possible and it certainly baffles my parents, who live less than an hour from the cabin and use it as a stop-gap for outdoor activities but not as a place to vacation. To them, I answer in this way.
We watch the dogs play: (okay, is this picture showing up? Sometimes it is and sometimes it isn’t on my computer…)
and we spend endless hours staring at the lake loon:
and we nap:
and we sit by the lake:
and we drink wine:
and then we look at the lake some more:
and then, we nap some more…
and it was wonderful. As I told S., if I had my choice of seeing Paris only once, or going to the cabin countless times for the rest of my life, I would choose the cabin, hands down. The aspen trees rustling in the air, the smell of pine needles drying in the sun – it all acts as a tonic to soothe my mind and my body. I don’t know if it’s because I’ve been going to the cabin since I was a baby, or if perhaps I feel the beat of the souls of my great-grandfather and grandfather and all the lovely, strong men and women from my family who’ve spent time there, or if it’s as simple as the sun, the sand, and the ability to breathe deeply. Whatever it is, already I am keening to return, which, as S. points out, is the mark of a good vacation.