Up North: The road to Stavanger is paved with ... tunnels!

‎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 road to Stavanger is paved with ... tunnels!

Another spectacular vista from the road.

As we crossed Norway and descend to ocean level at Stavanger, we drove by many
lakes that rest gently between the mountains. Norway, we've decided, is the land of tunnels. Imagine... we're traveling to the right in this picture and will always stay within a few meters of the water...Where will we actually be driving? You're right! In the mountainside itself! In a tunnel in the dark part of the photo on the right. We must have passed through 30 tunnels as we crossed Norway from Oslo to Stavanger.

Finally we descended to sea level in western Norway. We had two ferries to ride before we arrived in Stavanger. The cross country highway was two lanes all the way and included two ferries. The photo below shows the second ferry that took us to our rest stop for the night - Stavanger.

Oh, no! The boat is going to eat us!!!!

Just kidding! The ferries are so efficient. The arrivers are off within a few minutes and the departers are on just as quickly. The guy in the boat in the foreground was waiting for a friend (or relative) arriving on the ferry. As soon as his party de-ferried, they stepped aboard the skiff and off they went.