A Pair of Loons

There they were, two black loons floating in the bay, disappearing and then popping back up. Kevin and I have come to northern Wisconsin with the hope of building our cabin. The families will all arrive for the 4^th of July and then depart. I think it will feel strangely lonesome. When your life has been spent with 3,000 teenagers a quiet day in the woods is a bit unnerving.

The loons are one of the most primitive birds on earth, they have not changed their current form in about a millions years. That is how I feel in the old farmhouse we are in, surrounded by my parents former possessions. Why do I insist that the lamp remain in the same spot or that the rocker has to face towards the woods? This house has so much history it is hard to ignore.

My parents came up here when they retired and we remained in Chicago. I didn’t realize how my mom must have missed the city. She loved the lake and the woods, but I know she longed for her lovely Riverside home. I didn’t appreciate her adventurous spirit at the time.

I have discovered that loons can live for up to 30 years and are loyal to eachother, but actually more attached to specific lakes rather than their mates. So I’m sure this is the pair I swam with 2 summers ago and it is a good thing Kevin and I both know the way to this lake.