Prompt #26

It has been quite a while, about three years, since the last time I’ve been out to camp. The red cabin looks smaller and older. The dull paint is peeling off in many places revealing the natural wood underneath. The railing to the front steps is broken clean off due to rot. Weeds cover the ground all around the sides of the cabin. The small garden my mother and I planted is history.
The dock looks half the size I remember and planks are missing from it here and there. The green L.L. Bean canoe that I used to use is no longer in its place near the dock. The hammock that I loved to lay in and read near the waters edge has been removed. Two small holes in nearby trees are the only things left behind.
The camp looked worse than I ever thought it would. My uncle and his friends took turns visiting the cabin for the past few years. They obviously didn’t take the time to keep up with the place while they stayed there. I regretted not visiting camp more than I should have. I had many great memories with my family from my camp on Pushaw lake. Staring at the camp and its horrible current state made me think that there wouldn’t be any more memories made there for me.