Well, I was fortunate to break away a little early for the long weekend holiday. I’m up in Westmore, VT home of not many people – say 500 or so. Anyway, it’s been great to be here, its a needed break from the daily chaos.
This area is beautiful, we have a family house on Willoughby Lake. Two mountains stand tall on either side of the lake, creating this feeling of deepness and inclusion. The lake is pretty deep considering, I understand the diving is pretty decent here. But this has been my respite since I was ten years old. I’ve been coming up here for the last 30 years, which is scary. I met someone last week who has been coming up for 48 years, wow that’s a long time.
I was sitting out on the dock yesterday morning and the most excitement was 3 loons swimming by lazily. They were cooing all the way down the lake, a mother talking to its children. Then as they were floating by the dock I was sitting on, the little one raised its rear leg – almost like waving and I found myself thinking, Did he just wave at me? Nahhh… and then he did it again, so I waved back. And then he did it again, this time toward my dog Sumo…so I waved again. Sometimes I think I’m nuts, but hey, it was a pleasant experience. I’d like to believe that maybe, just maybe, he was waving at me. It is possible, anything’s possible.
It must be that Vermont air.
Here’s a photo of where I’m at during a sunset.