‎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?

Thursday, August 10, 2006

Norway, here we come!

This is the first ferry of many that we took in Norway. The cars line up an hour ahead in order to be first one (then first off). The traffic directors are very efficient and unloading and loading only takes a few minutes. Buses and big trucks go on these ferries too and when you get parked squished between two large vehicles sometimes you all have to squeeze out one door. But that's the exception, not the rule.





You pass all kinds of sights you never see from a road. Somehow, this made it clear we were coming into Norway!












There are so many quaint places to have a summer cabin. Everyone has one - either on a mountain or in a fjord - sometimes on a mountain on a fjord.










The ferry arrived at the wharf very near to this statue in the main thoroughfare's traffic circle. The statue depicts whalers harpoon's raised in a boat being tossed by a whale's tail. Whaling was a major industry for many, many years in Sandefjord but not anymore.
Petter Blaasvaer met us here to guide us up the 'hill' to his house. (Petter's grandmother and my mother were cousins.)




A wonderful al fresco dinner was waiting for us!
We stayed two nights with Petter and Hilde.
L to R: Laila, Petter's mother (my second cousin), Hilde, his wife, Janne, their younger daughter, and Petter are on the left side of the table. Edit, Tord and Bill on the right side.
What a lovely peaceful home they have!










After dinner we took a walk further up the hill to see the view of the fjord. The next day we drove around to the community you see in the distance to visit Laila at her house. More about that next time.

~ to be continued.
Karen

p.s. We'll be out of touch for a few days so the next posting will be on Sunday.

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