Lake time

I am in Maine staying at Gramma's Camp on a small lake. The camp was begun by my Grandfather and completed after he died by my teenaged father and his brothers. It is a rickety, dusty no frills sort of place. This is not a luxury lake home or anything that could even be called a 'cottage'. It's the sort of place where it feels like the rest of the world doesn't exist. There is nothing to do but read, swim, boat and contemplate the water.

It is one of my most favorite places on earth.

Here look.....

These first 3 are the views from the deck where I sit and drink my coffee in the morning.

Gramma's Camp

'Norman, Norman, the loooooons!'

Rumor has it there is a pair of bald eagles nesting on these cliffs. I haven't seen them yet.