(Getting a connection to post this rather late installment took some time, so this was written at the end of last weekend. We should be back on track now!)
Sitting beneath some young white pines and watching the sun go down on the last day of my Muskoka residence, I realized that what is to come is more a mystery to me than I can ever remember.
The house has closed and the new owners have taken possession. I sit in a trailer park minutes away from my home of 11 years and I know I will miss the sweet smells of the bush, the lakes and streams which make up so much of this beautiful place. It’s not that I will not see them again, but it is possible that it may be quite a while. Over the coming weeks and as the summer wanes, my expectations of what the autumn will bring wax into anticipation for an adventure I might never have imagined. For now, I am just a little south in the city of Barrie.
The photo is from a sunset paddle in a small lake taken on the day we locked our old front door for the last time. Where my husband and I will go in the autumn is still up in the air and the possibilities that are before us are exciting and, for the moment, plentiful. We have taken up temporary residence an hour south of here for the rest of the summer. Over the coming weeks, I will share where we are likely to go and what places we plan to see while we are able to ‘travel light’.
In the meantime, I will put a special box of memories on a high shelf in my mind so that I can never be truly far away.