Camp.

My family, dog and I were invited this past weekend to a camp I have longed to see. Built in the 19th century, staying at this camp was a once in a lifetime opportunity. The history is rich as is the experience. We spent two days and one night. One could understand why people came for a summer.

My favorite rod rack on the main house. There were literally fifty or more in and out of the buildings.

Yeah those are two Rangeley Boats. One was built by H.N. Ellis. I had the honor of rowing my kids and dog in that boat. It's kind of like batting practice with one of Ted William's bats. I tried to imagine all the past guides who rowed those boats, smoothed the oar handles with a season's worth of calluses and worked with that water with an intimacy rarely found in today's world. I lifted my beer later that night in a silent toast to those ghosts. Humbled.