I have to repeat myself, I lost this chapter to a glitch on this blog site. No problem, I will never forget this day.

I was overwhelmed suddenly by a feeling to walk the paths that so many have walked for over a hundred years, my family. I started with the most familiar, the path to Rooney’s, memories flowed. When we were so young the path seemed so long, we with our cousins would walk each other “half way”. We were quiet we thought, but our parents always commented, “we heard you coming from the start, the screen door would slam and nobody stopped talking all the way....chitter, chatter”!

I arrived at Rooney’s dock, sat with my tea, my back along the boathouse wall. I remembered many nights, some invited events, some not, I was overwhelmed then all of a sudden out of the quiet a splash, two otters began to play, loving their space, their early morning play. They shared this with me as long as they could, probably heading out to move on to their days activity. It was time for me to move.

Heading down the path I approached Carolyn’s but stopped, a deer was just on her shore. With a look my way, he/she did not move. I was not going to disturb this silence. No one was there, it was not my place to be. I turned around and headed across the old path, past Follis's across the channel, who we miss terribly. I remembered the night Laurie and I were singing along with CD’s, and they commented the next day on their serenade. Complimentary by the way!

I passed Kurtz’s, the cabin where we all has kids got an opportunity to hang out when our parents partied, there were no babysitters. Back over to Jenny’s where I sat in the deck, my tea still hot. Quiet, then crash, it sounded so huge, bear? No, three deer in her meadow. I could not believe it, I watched, waited and then quietly went my way. They knew
I was not going to harm them. I picked mushrooms on my way, my hands black from the soil.

Back home, across the beach I sat outside reflecting on my walk on one of the two chairs Tony placed under the pines. I was not alone ever, many walked with me. We never are alone here. I was certainly reminded of that when out of the blue a cheeky squirrel dropped a pine cone which hit me directly on the top of my head. Okay, time to go in, my tea is done, time for wine, right Laurie?