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"The land going from our front door to the boundary of the property where the resort sign is located and where we collect our mail is about a quarter mile long. It's a walk I enjoy making twice a day, first to take out the mail, and second to bring home the incoming mail. I often take along our young daughters and we've had many treasure hunts along the way. These beautiful little girls buzz around me from one side of the road to the other, scooping up fascinating leaves, sticks and birch bark, or perfect wild flowers and colorful berries to add to their baskets. "Here's a treasure," they say. "Here's another treasure. Is this a treasure?" As their baskets fill up with nature's goodies, they hand them to me to carry the rest of the way home. Then they trot off to chase feathers floating in the breeze or marvel at butterflies, caterpillars and toads. I watch them as though they move in slow motion, and the never-ending chorus of bird calls that fill the air from just before sunrise to just after sunset each day drowns out my thoughts. Sometimes at night after we put the kids to bed and we still have enough energy left to find each other and recap the day, my husband and I take a flashlight and go for a walk around the property. We call it the nightly "rounds," and we do what we can to go unnoticed by the guests. We walk arm-in-arm and talk about the day or sometimes we don't talk at all as we silently chuckle about the fact that together we've been doing this thing called Sandy Point Resort for so many years now. When daylight comes again and the girls are up and ready to rush outside to swim in the lake or play on the playground, I follow them outside and take in the pungent, clean smell of pine. Pushing them on the swings of our playground, I feel hypnotized by their back and forth motion, and I imagine them growing up. I see them going from tiny babies born in the forest to barefoot little girls chasing chipmunks and collecting rocks. The curls on their hands stretch into braids and toothless grins grow into exuberant smiles and joyous laughter. I see the wonderful backdrop we've provided for their childhood and the endless parade of friends who come to play with them week after week each summer. Truly, we have created a dream life."
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