Last September we spent a week on Prudence Island, Rhode Island. It’s a very special place for me. My grandfather discovered it in the ninteen teens when he was a boy scout, and he built a cottage there which our extended family shared for many years.
After Grampa and Gramma died, my mom and her sisters inherited the cottage, but it was in need of some major repair and renovation. My oldest cousin had always spent a lot of time on the Island, and had invested a lot of time and effort over the years to maintain the cottage, so eventually the sisters and my mom sold their shares in the cottage to him. He’s done a great deal of work on the place, and spends nearly every weekend there. He’s really earned the right to the place, and I’m glad he enjoys it.
Last summer was the first time I’d been to Prudence for nearly fifteen years. It has changed a lot, mostly for the better. There are now many miles of trails to walk, and parts of the Island which were inaccessible when I was a child are now open to the public. We walked all over the Island, averaging more than 5 miles a day, with no repeats for a week. It was glorious and the weather was perfect. Martha was a very happy dog indeed.
This summer has been less active, and as the leaves start to turn I feel pulled back to Prudence. I can’t spend a week this year, but I hope to make a couple of day trips. I don’t intend to wait another fifteen years.