Just spent a week in Bob’s camps, this makes four trips to North Hero in the past seven years, each time staying with Bob. Its back to the basics, the way it was when life was simple, like stepping back to a time when people made due, not expecting someone to do everything for them.
From the long spring slamming the screen door shut, no hydraulic door closer here, to the pump house that brings water up to the camps, it’s actually the old outhouse from decades ago, now serving as the pump house: here time feels unchanging.
We bring the boat to fish, but the largest bass we ever caught anywhere was while we sat on shore, in lawn chairs, only 30 feet from the sliding glass doors of the large bedroom, in the trailer, overlooking the bay.
I wonderful time with a wonderful host.