Deep Summer Ramblings and Cabin Openings

We've reached the "dog days" of summer. There are a dozen scents that need to be followed (tasks that are calling our names), but truly nothing sounds better than a nap in the heat of the day with one of the noisy antique fans running. Having heard from multiple guests that they used to catch Grandpa Dale on his napping couch from time to time, I feel a lot less guilty catching a wink when I can.

From now until the end of the season, we've got a little space to breathe and a cabin or two open here and there. There's only one full week and a few back-to-back days where we're booked completely solid. That's not to say we wouldn't fill the holes if we could. We would. We certainly would. Last-minute short stays and overnighters come in quite a bit. But gosh the wind-down of the season sure feels different than the wind-up.

Or maybe we've simply acclimated.

When the new cabins were first rented in early June and all of a sudden our little marina was jam-packed and the multitude and variety of guest requests kept us hopping for 15-hour days and the rain ... oh the rain! ... just wouldn't quit, there were many moments when Tony and I would look at each other with something akin to fear in our eyes. Almost as if to say, "what have we done?"

But as the days passed, as we got used to the water-logged drain fields wreaking havoc and the bothersome bear breaking through yet another screened porch and we caught on to our autistic five-year old's penchant for untying boats when no one was in them or before the guests were ready to launch, we simply spread more gravel on top of the never-ending mud and well, ... we muddled through.

Now into August, there's a quiet routine that - while fairly fluid - keeps us sane. The weekend is full of comings and goings and a lot of cabin-turnover work. The weeks are for marshmallow roasts and fish fries and re-learning all the guest names we couldn't quite hang on to in our first year. We hear stories and tell stories and solve problems and make merry - all while pulling fish hooks out of fingers-or at least trying to, running errands, answer phones, fixing this and that and this again, perfecting electric griddle cooking down at The Post for hangry kids and adults alike and I try, lordy do I try to keep the little Trading Post store interesting and decently tidy. It's hard with a toddler who loves to pull everything he can off of every shelf he sees.

But even so, our four kids are all alive and decently fed. The family foster saga is working its way toward us adopting both the one-year old and the 10-year old. My parents finally listed their beautiful big log home and having rented from them for the last couple years, we now know it's time to truly make the resort home. Questions are being answered, whether we're ready or not.

That's just how life works. And we have to roll with it. Even in the lazy dog-days of deep summer.

We have a new Availability Calendar on our website. A few full weeks and short stays have opened up due to cancellations, and I sure hope anyone half-way considering a trip up will take a look at what's open. Late August and September are a beautiful time at The Angle. The bugs have died down. The roads are quieter. The weather is more temperate - although who's to say what might happen in this strange year. Come for a visit and see why this little place is special to so many.