The sixth week
Dick MacKenzie - www.dickshideaway.com
I've saved some good stuff for the late innings. Steak and potatoes with mushrooms and onions tasted mighty nice in the afternoon sunshine at the Lakeside Bar. Still a few days from ice-out, but the melt is well started. With good luck Grace and I will be home on the weekend, though it's not assured.
A small ice floe rounded the point 100 yards east. The day was gentle and magical and I let myself fantasize that it was a raft carrying Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn slowly down the Mississippi River. For an hour and a half I relived some long ago moments with a couple of my boyhood heroes. It was pleasant, fulfilling on a lazy afternoon.
By the time the raft, that somehow changed now and then to a riverboat with colored lights and a lively jazz band, arrived in front of me it had diminished to half the size it had been when it first came into sight. A few minutes and another 100 yards downstream the chapter ended and the book covers closed.
Tomorrow will begin our sixth week at camp. It's been a fabulous adventure so far, but I must admit that I am growing lazy as the end comes into sight. I haven't done much work for the past few days. My thoughts lean more to getting my boats in the water so we can hurry up and get back out here.