Thursday, June 28, 2018
My mother called Long Pond her favorite place on earth; her experiences there filled her memory and her stories. Most of all, I think, she loved her many friends in the area. I was there part of about a dozen summers in my youth, and I remember how happy she was there. The cabin that she first visited as a girl and every summer afterwards for close to fifty years is now gone. It was falling apart, and was demolished a few years ago. It was on a lot a hundred yards or so west of Mark and Gina's cabin, and they still own the lot. They plan to build there, hoping to provide a place their kids and grandkids can enjoy as they do.
Mark and Gina had told me I was welcome to wire into their camp's electrical panel to charge up our car. I was all over that offer, and before we'd left Utah I bought all the parts required to do that. I'm not sure Gina was thrilled with the redneck wiring job I did, but it all worked great in the end – our car was fully charged before we left, and I put their electrical panel back together again. It even worked when I got done!