With Naomi’s bear bell ringing away, and with me walking behind her, I sank into a reverie.
…the villages of Frelighsburg, Knowlton, Sutton, and Bromont, as well as Dunham, all seemed to emit their own charm and self-assured identities. I employed the cliché “God’s Country” a lot back then as we drove through the area looking for a new home; I was truly impressed with the silence, charm, beauty and refined quality of the area.
Maybe it takes a trip to realize what a rich life you’ve led…
I learned to mistrust my assumptions eventually, which is a good thing, having a vivid imagination that can easily take me to all kinds of mistaken conclusions. Until I started catching myself I would too often say to Naomi, “This is not at all what I imagined I’d experience here.”
Arriving at your campsite, you experience a feeling similar to turning up at the front door for a blind date.
On one particular hike, before Naomi reminds me how rude I’m being, I start calling out “Hello” more aggressively to those absorbed in the walk or talking among themselves.
When we finally reached our goal, a beach in a bay of the magnificent lake, and swam in the cool, clean waters, it felt like heaven.