Adventure 488: Little Eden Camp/Post G

Love is a pure heart.

The week, filled as it was with the richness and warmth of family love, passed slowly. It was as if we perchance a dream, a dream so sweet and lovely it couldn't be hurried. In fact, it had to be replayed, slo-mo,  so we could savor every minute. But alas, as the bard lamented, "Parting is such sweet sorrow." And yet we're all bursting with the rapturous love that all fresh lovers feel. Every pore in our body has sopped up the events of the week.  We tingle like Japanese bath guests in an electric hot pool. We giggle like school girls sharing a special secret. We imagine infinity and trust immortality like boys floating home made boats down a creek. A new world awaits. A better world, but none better than the one where we exist with our loved ones. In this new world,  we replace old memories with new, old experiences with fresh, and we bathe ourselves in the hope that we'll never wake. Sadly, as  adults who've seen a thing or two, we're aware that dreams are ephemeral.  So reality speaks to us in the manner of Robert Frost, and we know that since  way leads onto way, It's possible that we will never come back. And yet, like children, we let out a sigh, a puff of hope that says, "Well, maybe..."  Because coming here has made all the difference. It started out, laughingly, as a FOMO Tour. But the fear of missing out, even in its wildest iteration cannot begin to capture the joy that togetherness provides. We may not travel this way again (Time will tell), but our time here this week with these people will forever be etched in our memories. That my friends, is a path well taken and it perfectly explains why life is good, especially today.

Cabin "Lebanon".

 The kids left first. Traveling mercies led them home safely.

 Not a dry eye in the yard, as we waved good bye.

 We took in a hike at the Lake Bluff Bird Sanctuary. Above are the posted rules.

 The place, owned by the Audubon Society, perfectly captured the peace of this past week.

 The barbecue pit enjoys a nice view of Lake Michigan.

 This is one of many verdant trails cut into the tall grasses of the property. Over a hundred different species of trees dot the property. We stopped at several to read the informational signs.

 The place produced so much calm, that not even the gazillion bugs affected us.

 Every living thing is allowed to grow freely.

 The place produced such magical powers, I was able to walk on water for a bit.

Even the predators are welcome.

We ended our visit with a Friday Night Fish Fry at a pub in Bear Lake.

Our waitress, Nicole, who was as supremely incompetent as she was delightful, helped make our last night out enjoyable.

The night was made better because old friends of the Friesen's and Franz's joined us. They've become new friends of ours now. Such was the spirit of this past week at Little Eden Camp, a place so warm it lives up to its claim as a small piece of paradise.