Well....it feels like that. Writing from paradise in South Casco, Maine, at a place called Migis Lodge. I was invited to join a couple of media trips the last two summers--and was dying to--but the dates didn't gel with our camp and travel schedules. The owners graciously made an accommodation for us to come now for two nights.
H., Punchy and I have traveled through the looking glass and landed in a dream place: Our own cottage, called Daybreak, with a fireplace ready to go--the wood carefully stacked--a porch, a soothing lake view and breeze. All set in a magical, secluded village of cottages with names like Bittersweet and Boulders.
I'm dying to write more, and I will, but it's time for me to head over to one of the little beaches to fetch Punchy, who threw on her swimsuit and happily joined the Adventure Camp group at 4 p.m.
More to come.
H., Punchy and I have traveled through the looking glass and landed in a dream place: Our own cottage, called Daybreak, with a fireplace ready to go--the wood carefully stacked--a porch, a soothing lake view and breeze. All set in a magical, secluded village of cottages with names like Bittersweet and Boulders.
I'm dying to write more, and I will, but it's time for me to head over to one of the little beaches to fetch Punchy, who threw on her swimsuit and happily joined the Adventure Camp group at 4 p.m.
More to come.
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