The real voyage of discovery consists not in
seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.
--Marcel Proust
While we were waiting for some good friends to arrive from Omaha to stay in the little cottage next door (a cottage which has gotten a surprising amount of coverage in this blog over the past few days), I decided to hike a few miles on the shore path to Black Point and I arranged with Dad and Jack to pick me up there in the sailboat.
Here's the shore path as I emerged from the little stretch of woods on our property.
Here's one of the most impressive gardens along the way.
And here's the path as I reached Black Point, which is being protected from further development.
Shortly after I took the picture above, the wind picked up dramatically, Dad took the tiller, and we had a wild and wet ride home.
Here's just a little taste:
4 comments:
What a beautiful walk you had. And heroic recuers.
I miss sailing!
Looks like it got a bit rough like the time tim went sailing on the lake. When did you get a sailboat?
Hi Cindy! It's the MC we've had forever (I am trying to learn how to rig it so I can sail it when my dad isn't here - I am mechanically challenged and have to relearn every summer!).
And John, try to get yourself back out on the water! It's so good for the soul.
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