A final walk by the front of the restaurant .... to find the opening that teased of the beauty of the lake.
The birch bark window boxes ... such a beautiful rustic container.
A final walk up the Mountain House stairs to the porch that was filled with tables and chairs. It was a porch that had such .... spirit.
Goodbye window boxes of lovely combinations.
I wonder if these Adirondack chairs are really gone. I know the memories of time spent quietly, talking, reading and dreaming ... will not fade.
Nor will the memories of the islands, lake and mountains ...
I will particularly miss the carriages. They tell their own story.
There is still more to share ... in my farewell to the Wawbeek. Such a lovely weaving of memories. Until tomorrow ...
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