Place and Time

I have seen many beautiful places, but Beech Hill Pond holds a special place in my heart. Built in 1960 by my mother and father, it is just a camp (or a cottage as some people refer to it) on a lovely spring fed lake in central Maine. Campers are nightly lulled to sleep with the shrill calls of the loon and the "arrumph" of the bull frogs. The loons come close... then suddenly raise extended wings, flap wildly, dive and disappear beneath the water's surface until they reappear somewhere off down the lake.

The small building to the left of the camp initially was used as an outhouse/storage unit. I was fourteen years old when the camp was built. One of the most fun activities was water skiing. I never did learn to ski on one ski, but got many bruises trying.

Each summer would not be Maine without a lobster feed. Here I am with my father, the architect/ builder (ha ha). He was not a master carpenter, but did wonders with recycled lumber, doors, nails, windows etc. The camp has been upgraded a little over the years. However, the striped curtains haven't been changed in 45 years!

 Another favorite pasttime at Beech Hill Pond is boating. Here I am riding my brother's Sea Doo. I had to slow down for the camera;-)

                          Serenity

Me, Janet, first time back to Beech Hill Pond one year after cancer surgery taking a picture of my sister taking a picture of me. Notice the short curly hair growth after chemotherapy. This was taken July 4th holiday weekend.

My brother giving me a ride on the Sea Doo. He sped across the waves at high speed as I bounced around and almost fell off. It reminded me of a motorcycle ride that Mike Gonzalez gave me when he hit a curb and I again almost fell off!

This is the shell of an Emu egg brought to camp by Adam, my nephew, the morning of July 4th as a surprise for breakfast.

Adam scrambled the Emu egg which served 6 of us. It had a creamy smooth taste. I actually thought it quite tasty! What a unique July 4th breakfast!