In the late summer of 1985, my husband, Tom, and I returned to our central New Hampshire home from a three-day camping trip in Maine with dirty clothes, an empty cooler and a commitment to buy fifty acres of land on an island in Lake Mooselookmeguntic. We had not gone to Maine looking to buy anything. Even when we went into the realtoras office, we were only going out of curiosity. When the realtor told us of two lots on Toothaker Island, a seven-hundred-fifty-acre island on the south end of Mooselookmeguntic, we were intrigued. We had always dreamed of owning a cabin on a lake. Tomas brother Peter has had a water-accessible place in northern Minnesota since the mid-sixties, so the idea of not being able to drive to a cabin did not seem strange. We got directions and canoed over to see if we could locate the pieces that were for sale. We never found one of them, but the one we did find faced south, had four hundred feet of shoreline, bordered on preserved land, and had a good place to put a cabin. The fact that we couldnat get more than ten feet on shore because of the blow-downs and undergrowth did not deter us. We saw a vision of what was to be, never dreaming for a minute of the challenges we would face getting there.We arrived at the overgrown driveway that led to our boat. ... Finally it was decided that wea#39;d have to take the boat off the trailer. ... Then we headed back and dragged the boat trailer out and hooked it up. ... The lake was fairly calm, there was enough light to see the island, so this turned out to be the easiest part of the nighta#39;sanbsp;...
|Title||:||Tales from Toothaker|
|Publisher||:||iUniverse - 2011-04-29|