One day closer
The sun set last night on the last boat ride of the season. Grace stands beside Pelican Belle where she's bedded down in the side yard for the winter.
I have never put away my last boat this early, but yesterday while doing a few winterizing chores at camp in the rain and sloppy snow, I suddenly felt it was time.
The last box of flowers had to stay. Although bedraggled, they still offered some color and summer memories as they shouted their determination to stay beautiful, even when the growing gets tough.
This summer was as gorgeous as any I remember. It was the finest of the finest that any guy could hope to retire into. On June 1, two days before my birthday, I moved to camp to celebrate retirement.
With the exception of two days a week I lived in the woods beside the lake full time, returning to town only to check mail, perform a few necessities, and stay in touch with friends. It was glorious!
Yesterday, the season ended. With lump in throat and a strangling sadness, I stacked up enough firewood in front of the Palace to last a few days, turned away, rode the waves home, and started planning the next trip to camp after freeze-up.
This morning I'm one day closer to getting back there, and the smile, in anticipation, shines huge.