This is the first year I was allowed to join my older siblings at the cottage. My grandfather would load the five of us in the car and drive the, then six hour trip, with us whining and being car sick. Brave man. I wasn't brave enough to traverse the board to the dock so I would sit on the ground and stretch out my legs until I was standing on the rock between the dock and the shoreline. Then pull myself up to the dock from the rock. They were wonderful and rememberable times. This is an illustration of only a few of my adventures with my grandfather. I hope you enjoy this as well as "At the Butchers" and "The Outhouse" Thankyou for all your kind words and encouragement.