If you follow Winslow down this path
in the distance you will come upon a well loved family camp
My late father in-law purchased this camp and property in 1965. It has since been put in trust for my husband and his five siblings, their children and grandchildren.
The camp is nestled among the pines and located on Hancock Pond in Denmark, Maine.
The weather has turned cold signaling the time had come to put camp to "sleep" for the winter. Canoes and rowboats are secured in the bunk house, raft pulled to the beach, bedding put in trunks, and water and electricity turned off.
The foliage was at peak and just lovely. We will see camp next on Christmas Eve Day. It has become a tradition that my husband and I drive up and check on the camp and just listen to silence and take in the winter scenery. Some years we are able to walk in, sometimes we snowshoe or ski. It is a day we both look forward to.
And lookey here my first egg on the left, on the right an egg from this morning.
What a difference a week makes. Size does matter!
I have accumulated a small bowlful of eggs and yes we are eating them. Oh, I love my chickens!
in the distance you will come upon a well loved family camp
My late father in-law purchased this camp and property in 1965. It has since been put in trust for my husband and his five siblings, their children and grandchildren.
The camp is nestled among the pines and located on Hancock Pond in Denmark, Maine.
The weather has turned cold signaling the time had come to put camp to "sleep" for the winter. Canoes and rowboats are secured in the bunk house, raft pulled to the beach, bedding put in trunks, and water and electricity turned off.
The foliage was at peak and just lovely. We will see camp next on Christmas Eve Day. It has become a tradition that my husband and I drive up and check on the camp and just listen to silence and take in the winter scenery. Some years we are able to walk in, sometimes we snowshoe or ski. It is a day we both look forward to.
And lookey here my first egg on the left, on the right an egg from this morning.
What a difference a week makes. Size does matter!
I have accumulated a small bowlful of eggs and yes we are eating them. Oh, I love my chickens!
7 comments:
That looks like the most perfect place to camp. The lake is beautiful!
Little Winslow is a doll baby!
I love the pumpkin rug you're hooking. I still haven't mastered how to hook. I have a pumpkin I started 3 yrs. ago, and still haven't finished. Not sure I was doing it right. lol!
Congrats on the eggs!
Terry
Such a beautiful peaceful cabin. It must be hard to leave for the season.
Wonderful eggs.
Your blog is great. The pictures are breathtaking!
WOW Julie, what a fabulous place. Your father in laws forethought is to be congratulated! Love your fabulous hens eggs. Are you doing anything particular with them or just boiling? Just curious! (-:
Life is good around that Dog Trot Farm Julie! I would love to see that beautiful camp someday...I guess that means I have to come visit huh!!
Happy Birthday to Aunt Beverly! And I hope Uncle Lloyd is feeling better.
I really meant to send a card but I got caught up in Rachel coming and mom's apartment checking. Let me know when you're home so I can call.
I love following Winslow's fuzzy furry little butt to your camp. What a nice place to have for family to gather and the tradition of "in the family" is special too!
Egg Count-12. WooHoo! The bowl you have the eggs in, looks like the bowl that I ate my cereal in when I was a little girl. Blast from the past this morning, really!
You cabin is lovely! And bigger than my house!
Gathering eggs is delightful. A daily surprise!
Linda
http://coloradofarmlife.wordpress.com
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