Private Cottage w/Private Beach (#11754)

May 2008

Our little cabin on Hinkley Cove was our home away from home for five days. When we arrived, there were fresh flowers on the dining table in the screen porch, tootsie roll pops on our pillows, and the cabin was spotless and well-equipt. One day we took the canoe for a paddle and saw an osprey dive down and scoop up a fish, watched a mother otter and baby meander along the bank (we had gone to look at a wild purple azalea that was mirrored in the still water), and spotted one of the loons who had serenaded us with its hauntingly beautiful song the night before. We took a walk on the dirt road that the cabin was on and saw wild calla lilies and columbine and spotted a couple of black bunnies that we learned had escaped from a neighbor's hutch years before! We had plenty of dry wood to burn in our rock-surrounded firepit, and our last night was spent talking about the many dreams that had visited us while our bodies and minds found paradise at Hinkley Cove.