I wrote a post a while back with the title A Glimpse Into The When. The photo in that post made me think of literal lingering memories, ghosts if you will. I don’t see dead people but I feel…. I don’t know how to explain what I feel. That’s a first for me. Let me explain it this way…
My last time living in Ohio, I was living right beside the abandoned Chippewa Lake Park (some good photos at the link - opens in a new window). Walking the midway after dark, the only thing I could think about were the people that had been there laughing, eating cotton candy just having a good time. I couldn’t help but feel good and at ease because there was nothing there but positive memories, and a lot of them. I was even fond of going into the ballroom late at night. The reason for that is because at night the feelings are a lot stronger. Not because of an increase in perception but more a decrease in perception. At night you couldn’t see the cobwebs or the two inches of dust on everything, broken chairs, busted windows…. The only thing you could see was the moon coming in from high bay windows all along the ballroom walls creating a dim path of light right down the center of the ballrooms dance floor. I would go there and sit on the edge of the stage. How could you not see the people dancing or hear the music playing?
This old deer camp in the head of Martin’s Creek makes me feel the same way. All that remains is the legs of an old table, a couple of chair frames, fire pit and a stack of very seasoned firewood that will most likely never see a match. I can picture a fire in the ring and if I listen I can hear old men laughing and telling tales, every one of them a lie. I can feel the anticipation of the next mornings hunt. There are just a lot of good memories here that were created at all hours of the day. I imagine young boys on their first trip hunting with their dad. The only thing everybody can think about is getting a shot at the biggest buck on the mountain. In some cases any buck on the mountain.
