the Hill in silence

They call it "the Hill." Or "the Forties." Cabins 41-50 (or in the old numbering: 11-20). Our oldest unrenovated cabins. Though frayed, they basically look like they did back in 1966. This morning I had occasion to walk up there at exactly 8 AM - while all the campers and counselors from these villages were having breakfast in the dining hall. It was amazingly placid, and really quite beautiful. Dappled sun through all those trees that have now grown tall on the slope below and just above these ten little cabins. The worn path across the front of the cabins - usually I think of it as tawdry, used - seemed actually quite lovely. And that rare silence. Good morning to the Hill!