Celtics ☘️ Sentinel

 When you and your family are nine miles from the nearest paved road , and there is no electricity, toilet, running water, refrigerator, automatic heating device or nearby corner store,  daily living becomes very different. Such was our "fate" for roughly 30 years on the shores of Aziscohos Lake in Western Maine. Aziscohos Lake, Western Maine Any trip to the camp started with buying provisions for the duration or our stay. The nearest grocery store would be at least an hour away - 20 minutes of which meant navigating nine miles of treacherous logging roads . Moose and logging trucks needed to be avoided.  No fridge meant a large cooler and blocks of ice would have to suffice. And if the four-hour trip to the camp meant we arrived in darkness, lugging everything down the hill with only flashlights to guide the way could be a major chore. No electricity meant relying on propane lanterns and kerosene lamps once inside. Cooking took different forms . A simple propane c...

  In northern New England  most of us call them camps, not cottages or cabins . I was  lucky   enough to have had two of them.  Sundown on the west shore of Aziscohos Lake My first camp was not really mine, but as a kid I felt that it was.    My grandfather built it in the    mid 1950’s by the shores of    Merrymeeting Lake  in the Lakes Region of New Hampshire.  My   grandfather was an avid fisherman, and the area lakes, ponds and streams provided new    opportunities for him. However, he was not able to enjoy the camp for long. He died soon  after its completion. My mother named the camp  “Joe’s Haven”  in memory of her dad and   painted a sign with that inscription. The camp was a simple structure. It was small and had no insulation, running water or indoor   toilet facilities. We carried drinking water from a nearby spring, and we bathed in the lake.   For a 10-year-old...