I mentioned in passing last week that I was going up to the Cabin to finish building the second half of the dock frame and friends T. and D. both jumped on board to come help!
We got out of town Friday afternoon about 4:00pm and headed up the highway in two vehicles so that D. could come back to town Saturday to manage other commitments. After a stop for burgers Pinnacle Mtn Cafe, we arrived at the camp at about 7:00, hiked in to get the boat and soon hauled a load of water and gear across. T. practiced her rowing…From the bow, I felt a bit like I was on an amusement park ride! She’s getting better, but we still do a lot of circles. In her defense, it’s always more difficult to maintain a straight course when the boat is loaded. D. watched from the deck, offering to call the Coast Guard for us!
After getting the gear stowed, we settled in for the evening. D. is dogsitting a beautiful young chocolate lab named Filson, and he is the energizer bunny of the fetching world. In no time the deck was littered with sticks. He loves to run down to the dock and hop into the water to cool off. Luckily we had lots of towels to dry him off before letting him into the Cabin! While he settled down and dried off, the three of us played some Cribbage and ate our pie slices that we had gotten at Pinnacle Mtn.
Saturday morning even Filson was willing to sleep in a little. Unlike my previous trip, the temp this morning was 52F, and with four bodies in the Cabin the indoor temperature was 58F, which, while cool by town standards, was very comfortable to wake up to. D. prepared a feast for breakfast – scrambled egg and sausage breakfast burritos with a side of fresh fruit. Sure beats my oatmeal or granola bar breakfasts! We went down to the dock and T. took over the drill driver. The dock frame was done in minutes instead of hours with an experienced and strong person running the power tools, not to mention a second and third set of hands to hold things in place while she fastened them together. We lugged the second log bridge that Dad had made out to the water. T. changed into sandals and went out to set the bridge, but it was much too tall for the dock. Without Dad’s chainsaw to trim it down to fit, we ended up bagging the whole thing.
After lunch D. had to leave, taking the ever playful Filson with her. It was a challenge to keep him out of the water for the hour or so before she left so that he wouldn’t be soaking wet in her jeep. Rain was starting to spit on us as we watched her head off up the trail, so they were doomed to be a little wet anyway, but it didn’t get serious until later in the afternoon.
Rain notwithstanding, T and I took a little hike up to the four-wheeler trail. Along the way I showed her my potential building sites and got some input from her on the pros and cons of each. In the evening, as we were getting ready for bed, T spotted a moose swimming from the blueberry bog over to the peninsula in the rain. I so love having company to share these things with. I get to see everything through new eyes.
Sunday morning, July 22
No elaborate breakfast this morning. The clouds were full of holes this morning, and by the time we got our cabin-closing chores done the sun was out in force. T. pushed me to get things done early so that if the weather held we could spend some time on the lake in the boat. The loons came out for a family picnic. The chick is two weeks old today and is visible as more than just a fuzzy black dot in my lens now! The parents took turns diving for tasty treats to feed their baby.
After getting our gear across the lake, we rowed around the camp end of the lake, watching as a small plane buzzed low overhead to land at the private strip nearby. We then rounded the peninsula towards Loon Lagoon.
I’ve mentioned that the loons here trust me and my boat, and today they proved it. The whole family was out and swimming together near the lilies. We were careful not to approach too directly, but papa loon broke away from his family and approached us! T. was in the bow and was able to see him dive under the boat. He popped back up just a couple of yards away from me at the stern and then swam unconcernedly away. Mom and chick gave us a wider berth, but never acted agitated or worried. What a special treat!
Back at the Cabin we pulled the boat out and flipped it and then closed up reluctantly. It’s always harder to leave when the weather is so beautiful!