The past several weeks in East Hampton have been like a buzz saw —never-ending traffic coupled with a busy work schedule. Yet there is relief in the evenings when all eyes in my household are glued to the television watching the Olympics. The enthusiasm and work ethic that drive these young athletes to train for years in order to reach pinnacle performance as they compete for the gold is inspiring. The personal stories that emerge throughout the competition draw the viewers in, giving us an emotional stake in the results – the victories and losses, some expected, some exciting surprises. Emotions whiplash between exultation, disappointment, hope, and defeat.
It is encouraging to watch, and perhaps, in 2028, Patti and I will visit Los Angeles and participate. Yet, like all major sports events, there is an ending, so today we are moving on to our own favorite outdoor activity — camp Kabrook in Maine on East Grand Lake, a respite from the pressures of work and daily life. Here, we rest up, shower less, have no TV, and have limited client calls, which are kept to a minimum and only if absolutely necessary. Casual dinners with Lori and Ted. Friends visiting from New York City. On the water with my guide Andy, sketching and finishing Tara French’s new book. All good for the soul and heart.
Carl, the publisher of the Mountain Messenger, was visiting for a few days, and Greg took him out fishing. Camp flowers are at their peak. The birds have fought off the squirrels and are enjoying the feeders. My red Corvette-like speed boat is ready for a jaunt over to Wheaton’s Lodge. Greg has, of course, a spot or two for us to fish before the trout season ends next week. All is good here, and we are happy and content. Life is good.