morning at camp
We spent the night at camp. Our first overnight there since the rebuilding. It seems like it was a long time coming. It was not a comfortable place to be – freezing cold until the woodstove caught up around 2 am. No sinks for washing up, It’s still a construction zone. Tools and hardware everywhere. Just two dining chairs, nothing soft to sit in. Not enough blankets, which was an oversight. I could have brought more but I was more focused on bringing our Thanksgiving contributions to the dinner beforehand. As it was, I slept okay in coat, hat, and gloves.
An opportunity to watch my mind being uncomfortable.
I guess the overnight was more symbolic of our devotion to this place.
By morning, things were better. One of those times when you’re grateful the night is over. The morning view over the lake (Donnells Pond) was peaceful, a little smoke rising off the water. That’s Black Mountain on the left.
And here’s the view of our little cottage’s facade from the water.
Sam was quite busy draining the water system in advance of the very cold temperatures forecast tonight. Here he’s in the canoe trying to get the weighted valve out of the water.
And here he’s working on draining the thick black pipe.
And me, I was inside near the woodstove. Finishing knitting the leg of my second sock.
I shivered involuntarily as I read this … sympathy shivers, I guess … good on you for making it through as the pictures are absolutely glorious
Thanks for the sympathy, Liz. I do not like being cold. But in the scheme of things, what’s a few shivers when the morning lake is a reward.
Wow, what a special place! I would not like to be that uncomfortable at his point in my life…okay – never, I would never choose to be cold and uncomfortable! haha
Can’t wait to see the sock both done!
It was very uncomfortable. Now I appreciate home more! I’m about halfway done with the sock.
Once upon a time…my “family of four” went trailer camping at the Kern River (his/our place frequently visited). It was Easter weekend and Super Duper cold…oh and it had started to rain. All of the firewood was wet, not that it stopped him from trying to build a fire, children with umbrellas close by. The time we were there was quite cold and boring, after all how much can one mama do to keep two children happy in a 15 ft trailer…all day and all night. Anyway, the next morning when I saw the weather would be unchanging, I suggested (pleaded, convinced…) the EX that we should just throw in the towel and head home. Two more days of this did not look like fun. It’s okay to change plans after all, isn’t it? I don’t think he ever forgave me for this one. But, no matter, I was happy to head out in a warm truck! lol What a memory!
That sounds like a wise move, especially when children are involved.