Arriving by Air

The day was crystal clear.  The weather perfect for a water landing.  Tom set the plane down and we taxied towards the boathouse.  Heathrow, our Caretaker, took our bowline and handed us the first of several Moosebay Beers.  Sara bounded off a pontoon onto a nearby boulder and said breathlessly to no one in particular, "Oh, don't you just LOVE the way the sun shines through the evergreens here?"

Above us, Stonecamp stood sentry over Lake Androscoggin.