Times of Transitions and Leavings
The routine of switching from our apartment to the campground has been a great way to break up the seasons for the past four years. Our campsite on Lake Williams in Lebanon, Connecticut is our slice of paradise. But the summer is at an end. This year is different. It’s the first year we are able to fly away south to Texas.
We are grateful and blessed to have this place. What boils down to a lakehouse on a private lake. On a minimalist budget. Minimalism has been an ongoing for me, one which I hope to make more strides on that this winter in Texas.
So, closing the campsite this year held a bit of melancholy even though awesome awaits just ahead on the road and at the destination, which is Rio Vista in Kingsland, Texas.
I spent the week walking, pondering and taking pictures of the progression of colors. The weather was absolutely flawless. And welcome after the summer of rain interrupted by periods of brutal heat and humidity.
Walking and Floating the Week Away
I walked about 35 miles that week. Walked about 35 miles inside the campground between Monday and Friday. While doing so of course I pondered endings and beginnings, closings and openings and I prayed a lot. Always the prayer of Solomon. Never the prayer of Gimme.
I spent most of Thursday and all of Friday condensing and packing everything into the shed and under tarps.
For years Margaret and I have been talking about buildng a kayak rack to keep the boats off the ground. This year I had the epiphany that the sturdy picnic table we had all those years? Also a kayak rack. WHo knew?
As a former US Navy Submariner I am abam an absolute master at fitting ten pounds of shit into a five pound shed. Pretty sure I lost the only key to the padlock.
These photos are from the walks and one last float.
