‎63 Years of Memories....

‎63 Years of Memories....
that's what I have now. The photo below shows the chair on the point which for so many years was my father's favorite after-supper place to contemplate and cast for walleye. As much as I feel guilty about what's happened, I know he would understand and even say there's nothing to forgive. He lived life fully and moved on many times. I'm the one with the unique experience of being attached to a beautiful place for my whole life. And despite all my best efforts, yesterday the 'cabin' was sold. I signed the papers and, truth be told, a weight was lifted. A new life lies ahead without the obligations, but with all of the wonderful memories. My unrelentingly positive attitude says this is truly how it is, but my heart is still sad.

There are some things in life for which the balance between the obligation and the joy of ownership often cannot be sustained forever. It became clear that I was no longer up to the task of taking care of the place quite a while back. However, knowing what needs to be done and doing it are often far apart. Finally, no choice was left. It had to be sold.

Now it's gone. No more worrying about how long the grass or how deep the snow is up there. No more sublimely pleasurable early morning cups of coffee sitting on the dock when the color of the lake is like pale blue glass and the air is completely still. No more endless repairs, high taxes, and utility bills. No more late nights around the fire pit with friends and family - warm from both fire and friendship. No more frozen pipes or emergency calls to the furnace guys. No more saunas and midnight skinny dipping that make you feel like you'll live forever while your connection with nature is confirmed by the gazillion stars of the milky way and the loons calling out in the dark. No more concerns with low well water levels or water so hard and full of iron the clothes turn yellow and your newly washed hair feels like brillo. No more finding the way home by boat in the dark after a long day on the lake feeling like this is the only place you really, really belong. No more praying that the boathouse will make it another year without collapsing. And ultimately, no more making new memories with friends, family and loved ones. No new memories, that is, at Half Bay, Lake Vermilion, Tower, MN. New life... here we come!

How do you thank a place for memories?

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

Some Pictures


Bert,

I have really enjoyed staying in tune with your adventures and hard work overseas...I thought that I would post a few photos from the last few times I went up to Lake Vermilion. I am living in South Central MN so I have gotten a chance to go up a few times~
Stay safe and Be Well...Hello to the rest of the crew on here!

Sam Steiger

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2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Sam,

Beautiful photos, they make me miss the lake terribly. It is cool that you and Britt are at the same college. I wish I was closer to my sister and brother... I am so glad you are writing, keep it up!!

Britta

7:03 PM
Todd, Tania, Ryder & Cassidy said...

Sam, good to see you the other day. Hope you had fun at the cabin. Thanks for posting and the pics, this blog is so much more interesting when new people join in! Bring Britt up to the city sometime and lets get together, Love T
PS Say "HI" to the rest of your family from us!

11:28 AM

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