This is a pretty n familiar sight seen after reaching my destination on my recent road trip. I've visited this place since I was a little girl with my family on yearly summer vacations to visit my paternal grandfather, aunts, uncles, n cousins.
The old camp which began as a one room log shack without amenities evolved into a pretty A-frame with running water n electricity. My Gramps lived there every summer but had to winter in town, n then eventually at my parents house near Boston.
I didn't visit the old camp, this trip. Just stopped at a nearby rest area here to think, eat lunch, n relax a bit before I had to be somewhere back in town.
That peak seen in the distance over the little lake marina is Mount Katadin in Baxter State Park. My recently deceased uncle n his wife, who died several years ago at this lake, once led my two girls n me on a wild hike toward the mountain in search of moose sightings.
The park trails we went up were unspoiled, beautiful, n green. We stepped over stones thru the water, went around several lake shores, n saw some moose in the distance. In those days I carried a manual SLR with a 200mm lens camera around my neck. I remember being afraid of breaking the cam on the rough terrain at some points of the hike.
That day I didn't take alot of pics, but the one of my aunt n uncle I took at the park's large, mural painted, rock sign made it to the memorial pic collage, n brought back that wonderful day's memory. I'd gotten double prints when developed by mail, n sent them out with Xmas cards. Tho my face didn't make it into the memorial pic collection, I was represented by several that I remembered taking n giving out later. Another was the one of my Gramps n his four sons taken at the camp when they were still all alive n well. Some pics can really make my day, especially when shared n appreciated as they were lovingly gazed at by all those attending.
There's no way I could drive all the way up there n not be compelled to go see that lake, even tho it added more distance to the long ride, n was unnessisary. I also can't resist taking some pics, even if I have taken similar ones so long ago. Things change, n also I want to chronicle how it made me feel to see that sight...