Goodbye to Laura Lake

I leave Laura Lake this morning with the usual sadness.  I would like to stay longer but there's a book to get into print, a storytelling tour to Illinois to ready, and a sorrowful feline waiting at home.

This morning, the lake was fogged over and yesterday's fall colors hidden:

No matter.  I have days of golden memories. There's the path to the bog lake that I walked yesterday.

At the bog, the remains of the pitcher plant, the blueberry bushes with long gone fruit, the eagle flying over....oh yes, the best of hikes and the promise of next spring:

The memories of walks with Gary down to the boat landing:

And always, the autumn glory of Laura Lake:

And finally one more memory of something we aren't like to repeat very often:  The Big Breakfast.  I used to serve Gary sausage or bacon, scrambled eggs, and fried potatoes and onion a couple of times a week.  No more after the doctor told him to cut it out.  But for my final day at Laura Lake we had the now once a year treat of greasy sausage, greasy eggs, and greasy potatoes and onions. We'll save that in the future for our last day of camping.

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