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and winter weekends at the cabin. I can remember when we built it. This place, this palace of wonder, has given me so many memories and so many experiences from which to learn.
Experiencing the mountain in the very late evening or the very early mornings allows the truest and purest beauty of the land to be seen, heard, felt and understood. Tiny frogs called “peepers” come into play at both dusk and dawn, filling the forest with a song similar to that of crickets chirping loudly, but more beautifully. If you watch the stars on a clear night, and you possess the imagination of a child, you can hear them chiming together as if they were delicate diamonds draped throughout the heavens. There is a beauty about the wilderness that is exemplified by the glory of the skies and the pureness of the land. I have found my own haven of wonder and am a better person for it.
At the top of a 10 mile gravel road, beyond the gate that stands crooked, yet strong, beyond five or six other cabins, some of them homes, others weekend havens, stands our cabin. Red trim, wooden exterior, with a stone foundation, dark gray shingled roof with two large skylights opening into a darkened attic. This is the place. A wraparound porch that spans almost half of the cabin, and a red country door. This is my place.
From the porch there is a view of the pond, filled with fish, salamanders, frogs and turtles. And if you watch in the morning or the late evening, there is a good chance you will spot three or four deer feeding in the pond, eating the plants which grow in masses around and in it. If you are
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