Wednesday, November 21, 2012

New Adventures in Old Places

My dad probably caught his first fish at this spot around 1955
Just got back from a whirlwind trip to my family's old place - still in the family-  at the base of Bearfort Mountain, on the Appalachian Trail (well, a quarter mile from it), on the New York - New Jersey border.

It was the first time that Henry saw the house, or the mountain, or the lake, which stirred up some pretty interesting thoughts and emotions in me.  At 3 years old, he can (almost) sit through a meal now and (almost) sit through the 4 hour drive to the Lake House without an emotional meltdown and (almost) play in the woods without running out into the street.  He sword fights with sticks.  He pretends to look for bears in the rocks.  He climbs.  He jumps. He falls.

I get the feeling that some real adventures are coming up soon.  At the same time, it's easy to see that our little baby boy is long, long gone.

"Shhhhh Daddy. If you wake up the bears, they will be very angry."


Mike Sepelak said...

Great shot. Here's to all those wonderful upcoming adventures, bears and all.

e.m.b. said...

Real adventures...good adventures. Here's to that. And like Mike said, that's a fantastic shot...captures so much.

Kirk Mantay said...

Thanks guys. It's been a tough slog this fall with work pressure, slow money, and being sick, but there are good things happening too :)

Sometimes when I catch one of those amazingly good things happening, I'm giddy - as if I stole it from fate, or life, or the dark swirl that threatens us from time to time. That's how much I don't take it for granted. Awesome moments are awesome :)

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