The Nob

Why is it that suddenly I cannot think of a thing to say? This never happens to me.

It must be blogger's-block.

Well, I will get past this blogger's block by focusing on the upcoming Memorial Day weekend--- when we will head out to the Nob (our camp), for the first time this year. Well, actually, it will be the second time; we were out there last weekend to see how some repairs were coming along, but we were only there for the day and, so, I won't count it as a "stay."

While I have a lot to do before we head out, my mind drifts repeatedly to all that I love about the Nob.

I cannot wait to hear the song of the bullfrogs in the late evening and early morning; I cannot wait to sip coffee on the deck overlooking the bunkhouse and the hills of Brooktondale. I cannot wait to hear the kids whispering ghost stories and daring each other to run down to the bunkhouse and back once darkness has settled in.