Arriving late at the marina for the first time in the early summer to dark clouds and a pending storm, we loaded all of our provisions into the bow of the otherwise open boat and watched as the light rain became a downpour. Not wanting to risk getting caught out in the bay, we stole shelter in the only covered slip we could see and waited, soaked but excited as the wind and rain gained momentum. It was an hour or more until we saw a hint of the sun through the clouds and an easing of the rain, and a while longer until we decided we would try for the cabin, fortified by the thought of our destination. Speeding out of the now misty bay and through the islands, the rain and the wind behind us, alone on the water and seeing only dark cottages and a pair of loons, we silently shared the moment that was suddenly upon us. As Meredith sped the boat around the final inlet, the anticipation of the journey was broken as the cabin revealed itself, and we reveled in the feeling that we had arrived, and our time had begun.