At a young age, the age when you start to recollect the
acquaintances in your life, I was introduced to Lake Ericson, Nebraska. Lake Ericson is the name of a small, small town located in the sand hills of
western Nebraska. There is your local
bar (The Hungry Horse Salon), a small
gas station off the highway, and a giant water tower; everything a town
needs. The population that dwells here
is so minute, though this population size in no way is correlated to the land
that constitutes Lake Ericson, NE. This
is because smack-dab in the middle of
the town exists a vast body of water.
Encompassing this lake, many residents have nestled into small
cabin-like cottages. Many of these
cabins are rugged and rusty, built by past family members that once inhabited
them but are now long gone.
This is the case for the cabin imprinted in my mind. Off the southeastern shore of the lake, the
Edwards’ Family cabin rests, illustrated by its placidity and simplicity. There my great-grandfather built a shelter
for his family; this shelter today is labeled as the garage on our plot. Adjacent to the garage, we have constructed a
more modernized cabin. Here the idea of modern is understood through the
conservative perception of the town, which would oppose today’s traditional
definition. I can remember when I was a little
kid – our cabin did not even have indoor plumbing. We would fetch drinking water from local
spigot that was connected to a fresh underground spring; the water was always
cold as ice, clear as crystals, and rejuvenating as it slid down my throat. Getting used to the idea of using the
outhouse instead of a toilet was also a fun experience as a kid, though today
the idea would seem all too foreign to me.
Since then, the outhouse has been demolished; and in its memory a shower
and toilet have been added to our “modern” cabin.
This is the consistent atmosphere at Lake Ericson; it is
kept as an idea of placidity and simplicity.
Venturing out to our family cabin has always been, and continues to be a
wonderful experience. It provides a much
needed escape from this world. No TV, no
heating or air-conditioning, and the constant fetching of fresh drinking water have
never seemed like a punishment. Instead
they have grounded me; taught me to enjoy the simple pleasures of life, and not
to get focused on the extravagant.
No comments:
Post a Comment