
My boys and I just returned from Purity Spring Resort, a tiny bit of heaven in the White Mountains of New Hampshire. We found this spot twenty years ago and we return every year, a modern day pilgrimage. No matter how difficult or complicated, we always return. Always. A lake so clear, it is called Purity. We paddle canoes and watch beavers slide under kayaks for all too brief a time, hug and kiss friends we see only once a year while in this healing place, and then scatter, with the hope we will all make it through another year to do it all again. This year, two good men will never return. We celebrate them with joy for this perfect place.