The cottage itself was one floor with two bedrooms, a bathroom, and small kitchen that opened into a living room area. Its floors were walnut, and yellow-golden dim light shined inside from a faux Tiffany lamp on a hallway table.
Dugan told me, “I have a caretaker up here who helps me out. Her name is Anna. She’s in her sixties and watches over the place. She lives through the woods in her own cottage.”
I heard crickets, a loon on the lake, and listened to the calming wind as it blew against my ears. Dugan left his son in the backseat to sleep as he carried our bags into the cottage. Once inside, checking out all the rooms, I critiqued them as cozy in size and nicely decorated by a woman’s touch. The three, floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room area, at the front of the cottage, overlooked the lake. A silver, blueish moon shined in the heavens among the twinkling stars.