Jordan Pond from North Bubble

My thoughts drifted while contemplating the scene:

Being a substitute gym teacher at the school out on Little Cranberry Island just after moving to the area;

The snow piled up so high alongside the Jordan Pond House we could walk straight up onto the roof of the building;

Having lunch with the kids during camp by the boathouse on Little Long Pond;

That sound made by the expanding ice reverberating down below...exactly why it seems like there's something creepy underneath;

Bike riding up the carriage road when Jo was little and rode in a trailer being pulled along behind me;

Coming down the carriage road when she was old enough to ride her own bike and always liked to go so fast it made Amy nervous;

Hiking across the cliff trail with my father and him saying “That’s the best hike I’ve taken since, well, ever.”;

Watching a frog croaking just south of the summit and taking a video, wondering how it managed to get up there;

That crazy beaver chewing up all the birch trees on the east side of the pond;

Taking a photo at the bridge down below and posting it on Blipfoto;

That early spring when a thin layer of ice was being blown against the shore and made the most amazing quiet crackling sound that echoed back and forth across the mountains, only nobody but Amy and I were around to hear it;

Sitting right here in the summer when the cicadas were droning on so loudly;

I better be careful getting back down to the road.


Extra: It missed this time