By the time we got there the sun was slipping into the lake and dusk was settling over the mountains…I might even have that backwards, but I was exhausted and sick so the details are a bit fuzzy. I felt like I’d been beaten and drug up the mountain hanging by a chain to the back of the car. Yes, I felt that badly. No, I had not been drinking. It must have been some sort of a virus. All I wanted to do was curl up in a ball (ALONE) and go to sleep. This was not how any bride wanted to feel on her honeymoon. And it definitely was NOT how any new groom wanted his wife to feel.
We removed all the boarding from the huge windows along the curve of the wraparound deck and aired out the lodge. The end overlooked the lake and the long side offered a gorgeous view of the mountains and the empty farmhouse below. Not that I cared at that particular moment, but later I did. Dirt Man did attempt to carry me up the steps, and I believe we sort of tumbled and caught ourselves. The most important thing was that he carried me over the threshold. I have no idea why that was so important other than it was tradition.
We had been so busy mingling with guests we didn’t get to eat at the reception. My mother had packed us a basket from the reception, so we nibbled while Dirt Man fired up the hibachi to cook steaks. He popped a bottle of wine. Maybe it was champagne…I don’t remember. I just know I didn’t feel like eating or drinking. Did I mention I really wanted to go to sleep? Needless to say that did not happen at least not for a while. There was one tiny detail we had forgotten about the lodge. It had bunk beds; I kid you not! All was good; I mean we were newly weds.
After he fell asleep, I woke back up. We had the windows open so I could hear the crackling of breaking twigs above the croaking frogs and humming cicadas. And I swore I thought I heard deep breathing right at the window screen, though it might have been my own inhalation. I shook Dirt Man awake and told him I thought someone was outside. He assured me it was deer or other woodland critters scurrying through the bushes. I drifted in and out of sleep…I kept waking up to make sure no one had broken in and killed us!
We had looked forward to having acres upon acres to ourselves for an entire week. (I obviously hadn’t given any thought about us being alone at night in the middle of nowhere and the possibility of intruders!) We got up at our leisure and cooked at the lodge. We basked in the sun on the dock. We swam, just the two of us in the mountain lake surrounded by woods on three sides; nothing but the birds, fish, and occasional airplanes for company. We may or may not have gone skinny dipping; I plead foggy memory! We fished. I take that back…he fished; I watched. We paddled the boat around the lake…he paddled; I relaxed. We walked hand and hand through wooded grounds of running cedar and pine needles with sunlight trickling through the tree limbs and warming our shoulders. We sat the telescope up on the deck and gazed at the billions of sparkling stars; our own celestial street lights.
Just so you don’t feel so sorry for Dirt Man, I did feel better after a day or two and we had a wonderful time. Through the years we returned to the lodge many times with our children in tow…and they loved the bunk beds!
The funny thing is that we chose our honeymoon as such because we didn’t have any money, and now we can afford to do what we couldn’t then and yet, this is the kind of thing we both love…just being together out in the middle of nowhere. And yes, once it gets dark, I still think everything is after me…
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February 9, 2012 – Backyard Security System
As the dog charged into the backyard the robins scattered, with the exception of the one guarding the birdbath. Red dabbled across the cedar as the robins settled among the blue berried speckled boughs of green. The sun fought through a barricade of rainclouds as a startled squirrel blasted across the frame of the dog pen and up the cedar of perching robins. Feathers fluttered a bit and reconciled to share the tree with their furry friend. The squirrel climbed high and scuttled to the edge of a limb that stretched across the yard. Behind and above the birdbath guard, they formed a line of security…all eyes on Wylie whose only interest was getting a pet from the neighbor.