‎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?

Friday, August 25, 2006

The entry to Lysefjord only hints at what lies ahead















After a leisurely breakfast in Stavanger, we head back down to the wharf to wait for the midday ferry to take us on the ride we've been waiting for - a 4 hour trip up the Lysefjord!















The old wharf building are no longer quay side as the waiting-for-the-ferry lanes were built long after the buildings to accomodate ferry traffic. The old buildings have been renovated into very cool (and probably very pricey) apartments.















We pass (what we think are) breath-taking scenes. But we have yet to enter the Lysefjord.





























As we looked ahead, we saw a huge bridge spanning the entry to the Lysefjord. The narrowest part of the fjord is at the mouth where the glacier piled most of its debris. NOTE: Both ends of this bridge go directly into tunnels in the moutainside.














There was no way my camera could capture the span of this bridge but maybe the following photo will give you a feel for how big it was when you compare the double bus to the upright (which I can't even begin to get in the picture) and then look at the first photo of the bridge above.



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