Do you know how painful it is to have a blood clot in your leg? Neither do I — thankfully. But in the middle of the night, I woke up to this incredible pain in my leg, and at first, I really thought it might be something serious. Turns out it was just a cramp… a brutal one. It started in one leg, then the other leg decided to join the party.
The only way to make the pain bearable was to bend one leg at the knee and keep the other fully extended — so there I was, in bed, contorted like a horizontal flamingo, rubbing both legs, trying to calm the spasms down. Eventually, the cramps subsided and I got back to sleep.
I woke up early — around 5:30 or 6:00 a.m. — to the beautiful call of a loon. I stepped outside and there he was, standing on a rock right in front of the camp, belting out the iconic loon call. A classic Maine moment.
With the early start, I decided to keep going and get some work done inside the cabin. I went through two dressers that I hadn’t touched since I arrived. They were filled with old supplies and leftover clothes from the previous owners. I cleared all that out and finally moved my own clothes in. It’s funny how something that small can make the space feel more like mine — like home.
I also tackled a long-standing inconvenience caused by last year’s strong windstorm. It brought down trees all over the area, including on the island where the camp sits, blocking off several key paths. One of the paths that got blocked was the one to the outhouse. The outhouse actually has a name — Gladys — and I’m keeping it. Today, I cleared a path to Gladys, and it feels great to have that access restored. Makes life just a little bit easier out here.