the call of the loon... This past weekend, we rented a camp on Lake Winnecook. My husband spent his college years fishing on this lake, which the locals refer to as Unity Pond.
Prior to living in Maine, camp was always a place kids went to during the summer, but up here in Maine, camp was a weekend getaway cottage nestled either deep in the woods or on the water's edge. Camp is where you go to get away and take a few deep breaths. If you aren't lucky enough to have a camp of your own, hopefully you're lucky enough to have a friend who does and likes company.
The fog slowly gave wall to a glasslike, placid lake. Much different from the white capped tempest of the evening before. The boys climbed rocks all day as they hunted for dinosaur bones and other treasure, like this exoskeleton of a crayfish.
Sunset capped off the evening setting the lakeside ablaze in gorgeous light. I took an immediate liking to the blossom-like circle of moss that was growing on this old birch. It echoed the beauty and shape of the thistle growing just below.
As usual, we choose to take the back roads all the way home, so I keep on snapping as we whizzed past the fields of hay bales and corn.
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