I’ve been riding this summer lull for a few weeks where I feel perfectly content holing up with a book and going stretches of time without socializing. So when I got a text message sometime last week saying, “We’ve been invited to a cabin the Poconos tonight” it came as a surprise even to myself when I agreed without fully thinking about it. Doubts emerged when I rushed home and blindly tossed together an overnight bag. I was about to call my friends and erase myself from these plans when a text message promptly alerted me that our caravan was waiting in front of my house.
We arrived several hours later, at about 10pm, and left at 3pm the next day. This happened in between:
The cabin was a cabin indeed – very Americana with a sailboat motif.Ellington in the morning.View from the front steps.Some of our friends went sailing while Georgia and I canoed to a nearby island and trespassed on it for awhile. (The sail eventually went up!)We went swimming, of course.So did the dogs.Georgia.I was thinking about the picture above when I took the following:And I thought of both of them when I took this.
(Good thing I didn’t back out after all!)