We’re heading over to Drummond Island to my family’s cabin place, but I’m going with very mixed feelings. First of all, my mother is too sick to travel there, and I got us both, Helmut and me, tickets primarily to see her. I don’t know when I’ll be able to see her now. Then there’s the minor issue of the weather, which has been dreadful. But a little more worrisome is that my brother Adam has opted to give the horrible old Toyota a new battery-driven life, to save us all money. When I saw it last year it was already decomposing. Ye gods! Wish us luck.
Drummond Island is as down-home and funky as it gets. It’s a place where the best bar serves beer in jam jars and where an older man once tried to chat me up by showing me his teeth and saying “they’re all mine”. It’s also a place where neighbors hang out together and where people you don’t remember will welcome you just because they know your last name. My father’s family started going there in the late 20s or early 30s, not sure which. Anyhow, in this world of transient relationships, it’s a small miracle, and I love that place. I only hope that Helmut survives the three weeks that we spend there. – I’ll be posting our adventures, naturally.
So: Do you have an island like that, be it an actual island or a down-home place you will always want to return to at some point, for some time? Leave a GPS point in the comments, and say a few words about the place, will you?