Seven Years Good Luck

For seven years my family and I have returned to my husband’s family camp in the Adirondacks. Each year, there is a newness; and yet camp always remains true to itself with its timber coffee-stained walls surrounded by tall sap-weeping pines. My husband and I canoe through marsh, past beaver dams, brushing the white and yellow petals of lily pads.  Year after year, I have watched the kids grow from toddling around in the sand to swimming out to the dock, diving, kayaking and canoeing. Our appreciation has grown to savoring every lily pad or loon. This is not the kind of place you can manufacture. The rushing rivers and cozy cabins are left with traces of decades past.  This is a true retreat. This is our retreat.