Thursday Travels: Laverty Lake

I’ve had a very full day today so this will be a relatively short post.

After our hike to Laverty Falls, M and I stopped off at Laverty Lake.  Although the day was dark and gray, the view was beautiful and the area around the lake so serene that M and I decided to stay for a little while.

It was also quite romantic.  We had the place all to ourselves.

We found a nice, soft patch of grass, had a seat, and enjoyed the view, hoping a moose might come along (on the far side of the lake, of course, because that seemed safest).  No moose showed up, but that’s okay.  It was a lovely, peaceful interlude near the end of a very full day.

Since I last posted:  I have been to a Russian Festival where I enjoyed some delicious, but heavy, food, and watched some Russian folk dancers while listening to Russian folk music.  I spent three hours or so hiking around the Holden Arboretum where I was lucky enough to spend some time in a magical sugar maple grove (I hope at least one or two of all the photos I took captured some of the magic of the light, the wind, the colors, and the trees themselves).  Then spent another two hours or so painting the outside of the house.

View of the Bay of Fundy as we were leaving Fundy National Park

I am exhausted.  In a good way.  In the way you feel after you’ve had a day with a good balance of work, play, and a little magic.

See that building in the middle of the photo? That’s where we stayed: The Cliffside Suites. I highly recommend it.

That will have to do for today.  I’ve got to do something about dinner.  I’m thinking a salad will be good.  Thank you for visiting.  Last night’s sunset was spectacular and I have a feeling tonight’s will be too.  Meet you out there in about an hour.

Last night’s sunset

Last night — a few minutes later.

It occurred to me, as it sometimes does, that this day is over and will never be lived again, that we are only the sum of days, and when those are spent, we will not come back to this place, to this time, to these people and these colors, and I wonder whether to be sad about this or to be happy, to trust that these moments were meant for some kind of enjoyment, as a kind of blessing.

~ Donald Miller, Through Painted Deserts:  Light, God, and Beauty on the Open Road

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