This is not a view from the house obviously- I think I took this time I got the most thoroughly lost in my life- I found myself surrounded by trees and truly not having a bearing on where I was standing- not knowing whether I should go up or down. One of those moments of terror that seems rather trivial later- if I had gone up the mountain I would have ended up at Eagle Eyrie or Pebbleton , and down I would have been either on the road or by the river. But I just remember my relief when I saw the river again.
The island is named Persimmon Island . Before flooding it was bigger, and I recently met a man who lived on the island for a while. More recently , some kayakers got stranded there. I remember seeing a fire obviously keeping someone warm, but didn't imagine that they saw themselves as lost.