The purpose of the trip was to get our daughter to her orthodontist appointment. We started her orthodontic program before we knew we would be moving to our current location, and decided to stay with that doctor after we moved, despite the inconvenience of making a 300-mile round-trip once a month.
And inconvenient as it may be... it does give us the excuse to spend some time at our beloved cabin, no matter for how short a stay.
Last night I did the evening chores here at home, and finished up just as my husband got home from work. The girls and I were all packed and ready to go, and we were on the road soon thereafter. Its about a 2-1/2 hour drive from our home to the cabin, and last night it was a dark and quiet drive as well, as it was late and we were all tired. But when we pulled up to our little home-away-from-home at 11pm... oh, what a feeling.
The woods were silent, lit by a waxing gibbous moon, and the snow was deep; but inside the cabin it was bright, warm, full of memories and the scent of knotty pine... as always. Walking through the door was like walking into a mother's embrace; she beckoned us in, and seemed to say, "Come in, sit down, relax, quiet your mind. You are home, you are safe."
As we arrived so late, and had to leave for a morning appointment, the stay was far too short. We went to bed, got up, had a cup of coffee while admiring the snow-covered landscape, and left. Reluctantly.
But as we drove away and over a nearby dam, I looked over and saw, of all things, a bald eagle sitting in a tree just below the gates... fishing. It took my breath away to see such unexpected grandeur at 9am on a winter Wednesday. It also told me that we needed to return, and soon, to fish... snowshoe... drink hot cocoa... and just be a family without any televisions or videos games or anywhere to be... for just a little while.