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Tony Jones Blog: A spiritual anchor at the cabin

Few places offer spiritual re-alignment like a Minnesota cabin.

Yesterday, I took one of the most anticipated drives of the young year, to open our family lake cabin for the season.  Being that this has been an abnormally mild Spring, we’re opening the cabin earlier than anyone can remember.

I drove up with my brother, Ted, and my new yellow lab, Albert.  And honestly, my anticipation was greatest on behalf of Albert, who will surely spend some of the greatest days of his life up here.  My dad and his dog, Max, were already here.

We got right to work opening each of the cabins, and then Dad walked Ted and me around and showed us how to turn the water on, a task we’d not yet learned.  That meant turning on and off valves, starting up the well pump, and watching for leaks.  And there was a leak, so the plumber is coming out today.

I kenneled the other two dogs and took Albert out for a short training session, then we all retired to the deck for a cocktail.  Being that there was no running water, we had no choice but to venture in to Deerwood and dine at Coach’s Corner.

It’s raining this morning, which is good news both for the dry land up here and for my dissertation writing, and it’s due to rain through most of the weekend.  Ted is out planting white pine trees — we lost hundreds in a 1973 tornado, and we’ve planted thousands in the last decade.  I’m by the fire, writing this instead of my dissertation, and Dad is reading yesterday’s paper (again).  Later, I’ll put on the chest waders and head down to the culvert under our road to unplug it — the beavers have had a busy Spring clogging the culvert and building two more dams downstream.  I’ll pull those apart, too.

Tomorrow I’ll drive back to the Cities and get the kids and my mom, and drive right back up here.

No geographical spot anchors me spiritually like this place.  I’ve written entire books here.  I’ve buried dogs here.  And I’ve shared joyous moments with friends and family that are invaluable to my soul.

I only read Sigurd Olson here.  And I always read Sigurd Olson here.

Honestly, I even think there’s something sacred about the fact that the cabin is locked up and snowed in from mid-October till now.  It’s inaccessible and uninhabitable, not unlike the pattern of fasting and feasting that’s so integral to all religious systems.  Being without this place for half the year causes me to long for it and appreciate it in a way that I likely would not if it were available to me all the time.

Two enormous swans peacefully and slowly paddled in front of our land this morning.  That’s got to be a good omen for this year…

This post was originally published by Tony Jones on the Tony Jones Blog.

Photo by Courtney Perry.