First Draft……….

     "Spectacular…..isn’t it?"  These are the first words I’d say when walking someone new out onto the deck of the cabin.  Seeing Lake Superior from this vantage point makes it hard to believe this is not one of the great oceans of the world.  A few minutes up a winding gravel road, an old logging road actually, puts you atop a mountain where an A-frame cabin waits quietly in the woods.  On entering the cabin you notice a glass wall looking out on to a raised deck.  Sliding one of the glass panels aside, you step out and see Lake Superior as you have never seen Her before.  Four hundred feet below and about a half mile away, Mother Earth presents you with a panoramic view the likes of which you would be hard pressed to duplicate.

     "Let’s sit over here Michael.", Deb said without taking her eyes off the lake.  "This view…’s everything you said it was…..and more."

     We are looking south-east across the width of Lake Superior, the largest of the Great Lakes, and the largest body of fresh water on the Earth.  When you see this view for the first time you are forced to suspend thinking, for a moment anyway.  Because of the tremendous depth of the lake, not the deepest on Earth, that’s Lake Bacall in Russia, the cold blue water looks so inviting it almost quenches your thirst.  I have found over time that it didn’t matter what time of day it was, nor even what the weather was like.  When I step out on to the deck I am always captivated by the view being presented.

     "Can we smoke some pot, and… ya have any beer?"

     "Yes!", I quickly replied.  "But of course."  I think she likes the cabin.  I know she likes the view.  "Here’s the pipe… you need a lighter?"

     "No.  I’ve got one here."  Deb began digging her hands into the pockets of her cut-offs, and cut-off they were.  When she walked ahead of me I could see the firm tan cheeks of her beautiful bottom.

     "Here it is!", she exclaimed like a child having found a long lost toy.  I watched her tug on her hands while dancing in place.  Then, removing her hands from those small pockets, she turned to face me.  "See!"

     Watching this beautiful woman, not so innocently standing before me, created an image that burned itself into my mine, creating a pleasant addition to my permanent  memory.  Side stepping myself back to reality, I handed her the pipe, and a jar of pot.

……….to be continued                            Sailor  April 1st, 2007


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