closed starter for @cohenlatham at Turner’s Pond
It was funny how much Maine reminded her of Washington. While there were obvious differences, she felt a sense of home there for the first in what felt like too long and she was hoping this reconnection with her sister would finish that for her. But for now, it was the fact she could drive her van up to the the pond and get her stuff out to fish. Max was following her through the trail to the pond. As she saw the water, the husky barked and she told him to quiet as she saw a guy there. “Sorry. He’s friendly, just likes to make an entrance. Like me.” Lennox laughed and moved down from where the guy was so she wouldn’t disturb him while fishing either. “I promise he’ll stay out of the way and so will I.” She smirked as she put her sunglasses on after putting down her chair, tacklebox, and pole.