Singing Machines Part 3

Reminiscing… I was hiking the Monadnock-Sunapee trail on an August Saturday near our cabin on a New Hampshire lake. I was in the woods at least a quarter mile away from shore and I could hear the motorboats, making endless circles around the lake. It was my homing beacon, better than any compass. I could hear that I was heading in the right direction, back to the lake.

Weekdays are quieter. Maybe then I could get lost.

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