The Cabin Door.
My favorite sound to wake up to
is the distinct swing of the door
that signals the start of a day at camp.
I’ve known that sound for as long as I can remember. The eternally creaky hinge, and the fact that try as you might the door always seems to slam just a bit and then bounce with a thump.
Maybe that’s not true. More likely by the time I wake up at 9:00am, an hour I rarely sleep to at home, others have already been trying as they might for hours; balancing a coffee mug and the newspaper in one hand to quietly close that door and find a spot in the clearing to read in the morning sun, because the early morning hours are the only time you can count on not being hit with a wiffle ball in that clearing.
I love waking up to that sound because I know that the toughest decisions I’ll have to make all day are whether I should eat breakfast or go on a trail run. The float or the island? Piggies or Wimp Out? A gin and tonic or a beer? (The answer to all of these are both)
We can repair the roof and fix the screens, but I hope we never replace that door.
