Musings —05.03.2014 03:57 PM—
This is what greeted Lala and me when we made our way up to the cabin for the first time this year. (I’m always the first on my lake, I’m told.)
Rounded the corner and – holy shit la merde – an 80-foot tree had fallen. And missed the place by inches. (It almost took out the Scott Reid Memorial Porch, in fact!)
The tree did a number on a little cord of wood, but it missed slamming into the place, and for that we are grateful. Buying a lottery ticket when we get back to the city.