17 minutes ago
It still felt as though I was trespassing, the shadows and stillness only making the feeling more intense. I wasn’t really. A granddaughter of the master carpenter that built these cabins decades ago had recently given me permission to tie up my seaplane to the boat dock and walk around the property, hopefully snapping a few pictures which would then be shared with her—nearly a thousand miles away in an environment much different than where I was standing. You see, this young lady who we shall call Kay, hadn’t been to this remote location in Maine for quite some time and really wanted to “see” the camps she and her siblings grew up in here in northern Maine. Although Kay had thousands of memories of her childhood growing up at her grandparents sporting camps, she really was yearning to see them in their present state. Knowing she wouldn’t be able to visit them anytime soon, Kay enlisted my help to see them again—anything she could do to help ease the longing she felt when thinking of her grandfather and their mutual love of these cabins. As I softly crept up to the front entrance of the main cabin to sign the visitors log hanging in the mid-day sun, I could feel the quietness replaced by children laughing and playing. I could smell the mornings breakfast wafting through open windows and could almost taste the savory bacon melting on my tongue. I could hear a canoe being slid into the cool waters by an enthusiastic guide and his “sport”...this last sound eventually being replaced by a small A.M. radio playing the latest hit song from 1975, “Thank God I’m a Country Boy” by John Denver. But how could I feel all these things, how could I taste and hear these things...when I was the only human with twenty miles? The sensations were very strong and I would swear I “saw” Kay’s grandfather working in his shop—however as I quickly spun around on the front porch of that cabin I could see once again that it was just me, the crickets and a few song birds here. Even with this realization, I knew I was not alone...and I felt safe and incredibly happy as these emotions washed over me. ~Thank you Kay, this was a wonderful day.