The Legend of Youngs Corner XXXIII

PART XXXIII
A New Dawn

When I stepped out of the cabin and the full force of the cold Maine winter air hit me, I knew. I knew I would never be coming back here again.

We trekked back through the woods and found our way to the field. Gaeten was right, the horizon held a dim shade of amber; the sun was on its way. It was almost too symbolic; the dawn of a new era. My friends and I had now seen the cabins in their entirety. Sure, there were many mysteries not yet resolved, and most likely many more that we would never even realize existed, but the cabins themselves were no longer hidden in a foggy mist of the imagination. They were real and we had seen them. We had broken our way in and it had become legend. The story was everywhere and people wanted to experience it. Our little game of exploration had turned into an event for the ages, one we would never forget.

Nick was happy. He had finally been on the adventure. The same was for Nathan, who was anxious to unravel the secrets, more so than anyone else. In fact, it was he who suggested I take advantage of Ancestry.com in order to shed some light on Christopher Cox, the little boy buried behind my house. It was he who also suggested a visit to City Hall could offer some clues as to who owns the land the cabins rest on. Someone’s gotta be paying taxes on it, right?

Winter vacation would be over in few days. Nathan and I decided to pay a visit to City Hall during Spring Break. Until then, I was going to search the internet and hopefully pull a little boy out from the shadows of the past.