Leaving Camp (The Wilderness Cure)
By Judy Jones
Is it better to withdraw from your beloved voluntarily or to reinforce your devotion and attempt to outrun the hatchet? I found myself considering this dilemma as regards to my own love, a simple camp in New York State's Adirondack Park- a seasonal dwelling (some say). Ours is a spiritual union that has enlarged over these many years. A pattern had developed: six months of vigorous involvement followed by six of sorrowful pining. The breakups and reunions heralded the churning stomach, the racing heart, the small pestering voice. My love affair had turned into an ailment. Could a smitten flatlander call it quits? Did it make sense to hang on? Might Moose River Settlement just fall of its own weight? A solution was imperative, I needed to launch a plan and then write down what happened along the way. Mine would be an intensive treatment: I'd call it The Wilderness Cure.