Leaving Vermont

I have just come out of the hunting camp my husbands family has used for generations in the back woods of Northern Vermont. It fills with up to four generations of the Davis clan, along with friends and neighbors several times a year. It has been 6 years since I had ventured off the paved roads here in the "Northeast Kingdom" and little has changed.
The "camp" is a medium size cabin with 2 wood stoves, propane and generator for the camp extras. The upstairs is a large room with beds and mounts lining the walls. The table seats up to 20 pretty easy, and it always seems to fill. Gossip and politics heat up the rooms every night along with stories of past hunts, childhood adventures and tall tales. Everyone is welcome in "the stream" therefor women, children, mighty hunters and vegetarians have been known to sit together.
The land where the camp is located has been managed by the matriarch of the family, Jack, for most of his life, and his father's before him. The woods are pristine in a world surrounded by less loved and preserved forests. This past weekend the table was split between 3 generations; some having been coming to Paul's Stream for more than 50 years!
I am leaving the Kingdom tonight with new memories and respect for the traditions of others. Josh will stay in and hunt another week with friends and family cherishing the time and land of his roots.