Letter to the Editor:

I’ve been coming to Eagle River almost every summer since I was a little boy.

It is my connection with my grandparents, my parents, my sisters and my own family. There is hardly a foot of Cranberry Lake where I don’t have a recollection of a fish, a laugh, a song, a moment with my dad, a loon.

What I am most proud of is that I never took Eagle River for granted. Every sunrise, every rainstorm, every rainbow. I never took them for granted. I took them all in and appreciated them all. It wasn’t an effort, it was an instinct. 

I remember once, when I was about 15, I was in our boat driving back to my family’s place for the last time that summer. I turned off our Evinrude 15 in the middle of the lake and said to myself “Just take this all in. The air, the ripples, the solitude, the color. You won’t be back ’til next spring, so just take this all in.” 

Every year, when I get to return to Eagle River, I recall my rare moment of youthful wisdom. I paddle my kayak out to that same spot on the lake. 

But now, when I get there, not only do I take it all in, but I get a little choked up. I think it’s because I’m just overwhelmed that I get to experience these feelings once again. They are my connections to the past. 

Somehow it seems there’s not much continuity in life, at least not mine.

But among all its other beauties, Eagle River has provided just that.

Jim Abrahams

Los Angeles, Calif.