Shaddy Shows and Tells Some More





Friends of ours owned a cabin on Lake Vermilion.  Their cabin was at the end of this private road which is flanked by several summer homes.

After our first invitation to join our friends here in the late 1980s, we followed this road to their driveway in the dark, pulling our boat, hoping and praying we were going the right way.  If not, turning around on this narrow drive would have been a challenge. 

As I walked toward the cabin we enjoyed so often, I paused along the way.  I love the contrasting colors in October. 

I see beauty in moss-covered rock.

Large masses of rock abound in this area.

 Discarded autumn leaves adorn this young pine tree.

 ...prettier than pretty...

This rustic road has more than its share of ups and downs.

I was pleased to see the Giuliani family still owns this home.  As I passed the house on my walk, I saw Bob Giuliani loading his truck.  (Lon and I became acquainted with him during our early visits to Lake Vermilion).  Bob and I enjoyed a nice visit today. He brought me up to date on all that's changed since I'd last seen him.  Bob's 85 years old and presently doing well.  It was so nice and unexpected to see him again. 

When I have my camera in hand, I see so many sights that are worth photographing, including these dried ferns.  

Ain't them some purdy golden yeller leaves?

 

Did you think we'd ever get here?  At the end of the private road, the summer home that once belonged to our friends still nestles under the pines, a stone's throw from the lake.  This is where we first fell in love with Lake Vermilion.  

  I hesitated as I approached the cabin, but kept moving closer for one more picture of it. Nearby, I saw a man walking to his truck.  We greeted each other and I asked him if he'd known our friend, Roger.  He said he did and, in fact, now owned what had been Roger's cabin.  He showed me inside and the changes that had been made.  It was still basically the same and it felt good to be there again.  I thanked Mr. Strawbridge for his hospitality and we parted. 

  As I walked back to the White Eagle resort, I passed beneath this well-established tree.  I pointed my camera and came away with this rather interesting photo.

    Who wouldn't enjoy walking here?

 If I'm really good, may I walk this way again?

    Trees like to cuddle too.  I named this one "A natural embrace."

 The lake is always home.  It never takes a vacation.

This big lug ain't goin' no where either.

Isn't this amazing?  This fine example of nature's artistry impresses me immensely.

...blurry but blissful...

Oh what joy it would be--to be a bee!

...later in the day...

...sunset reflections...

If you'd like to see more photos of Lake Vermilion, go to my two previous posts.