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Home Sweet Cabin "We knew it would rain, for all the
morn We slept the night like jungle cats perched in a secure tree. Upon arising, a child's round face peered out at us from a house across the lane. While we decamped, I'm sure every member of the household took a wide-eyed turn at the window to gawk at us. "Jeez," Sharon commented, "the way they're staring, you'd swear they'd never seen anyone camped on their playground equipment before."
Past East Corinth, in the hosing rain, we pedalled by acres of oak, maple, and birch. The autumnal colours almost made the wet weather worth enduring. Almost. Luckily the riding was easy. On downhills, we coasted - wind ringing through our spokes like wind chimes. It would have been downright pleasant if it hadn't been for the foul weather. We passed a house. Three pink-nosed kids and a dog stared out a rain spattered window pane at us. "Too wet to play," I said. "I wonder what they're thinking?" Sharon asked. A spackle of cold rain pinged the nape of my neck. "I'd rather not know," I replied as the raindrop slid down my back. Wet and cold, somewhere west of Canaan, we arrived at deserted George Lake Park. A lone duck landed, emanating concentric ripples across the dusk-lit pond. A row of rustic cabins graced the waterfront. A quick check revealed two unlocked cabins. Sharon grinned. "How are we ever going to choose?" "The largest," I suggested. Inside a spacious one-room cabin, we scattered our equipment. "I hope this stuff dries before we fly to Europe," I said. With wet synthetic and natural fibres draped everywhere, we laid out our sleeping bags on the floor (at least they were still dry - thank heaven for plastic bags). Lying in the dark - listening to rain patter the cabin roof and waiting for sleep to overtake us - we suddenly heard voices. "I wonder how you rent a cabin?" one said. "Should I yell 'the far one's open'?" "Shhh," Sharon shushed me. "I hope they don't discover us." They didn't (although if they had, I'm not sure who would have been more surprised). After they departed, we weren't disturbed again. We arose refreshed and in good spirits - even though our musty gear was still damp. |
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