Lake Vermillion

Recently we took a trip up to Lake Vermillion and stayed at one of the most magical cabins in the world, Stub-a-Toe. This cabin is owned by some dear family friends. They have owned the land since they graduated from college in the 60s and everything, absolutely everything, is hand built. They have repeatedly decided not to hook the place up to "the grid" so everything is generator and propane run. It is an amazing place and I feel lucky to have been able to visit it throughout my childhood. This past summer we got to stay in the "grown up" sleeping cabin which is nestled on the edge of a cliff. We woke up every morning to the sun rising on the private bay and the loons calling. Here are some photos from our stay. 

Yep, that's a hand built wood fired hot tub. 

Our sleeping cabin perched on the side of a cliff. 

Just big enough for a bed. Our view from the sleeping cabin. 

The second floor of the main cabin.

My hot stuff reading Hot Stuff.

Cabin essential.

Bubba and I hanging out on the dock. 

End of summer textures and thoughts

 

It is Fall again. It is darkness seeping into both sides of the day. Rain and scents of things that are slowly turning brown. Clouds that are low in the sky and heavy above the buildings.

I am in between. Waiting to move. Big projects pending on the packing of boxes. It feels yucky to have clean hands. I am itching to be settled and working. 

This is the shape my heart makes

Last night I dreamt that I was diving into a pool over and over again. I stood on the side with my toes hanging over the ledge and made an incredible jump up, a turn, and a deep plunge down, down, down into the water. While I was underwater I kept moving downward, it grew increasingly dark and light colored bubbles moved past me with a popping texture. If I kept my form underwater my body would create a kind of pressure that pushed me back up toward the surface with incredible force.