Posted on January 14 2016, by Nick Taggart
It’s been a long vacation here at the Lodge. Rees decided he needed a jolt of humanity, so he took off to Jakarta (pop. 10 million). Gilmore went and found himself a puppy, in Rowatt Saskatchewan (pop 23). Gladys decided it was time to see her folks back in Georgia. Whitney figured he'd been neglecting his trapline up along Nussbaum Lake. And I decided to take advantage of the quiet to turn off the power at the Lodge, get off the internet, chop some wood, dig out our oil lamps, read a few books, and remember what it's like to think.
But I’m back. The power’s on again. The fireplace is roaring. Bowie is blasting from the stereo. I can see Whitney’s dog sled coming across the lake in the distance. Rees is in the map room, laying on the couch napping off his jet lag. Gilmore is in the canoe shop, building a kennel for Skoki. And Gladys just sent me a text – she’s at the train station in Graeber’s Landing. In a few hours we’ll all be around the table, tucking in to some venison, cracking open a bottle of 1985 Domaine Ramonet Montrachet Grand Cru I found in the cellar, and talking about what's new and what's next.
The team is recharged. Our plans are set. 2016. It’s going to be a helluva year.
So here’s to you and yours. Happy New Year to one and all.