Binnacle is the second oldest cabin, and what it lacks for in insulation it easily makes up for in character. I don’t just mean the character that comes from being around for so long. This is the type of character that comes from five teenagers having cabin pride, being able to look around at our holiday bush, our cactus, our ducks, and proudly say, “this is my home.” Every fiber of my being is in love with Binnacle, even the cold floor boards that I am greeted with each morning.
My theory about my bonds to this place, is that they are a direct result from the bonds that were created in it. The magic of five radically different kids coming together and forming a friendship that can only be defined through love. These are my brothers, they are the voices I fall asleep to each night, the same ones that wake me up in the morning, these voices will resonate through my soul for the rest of time. How will I be able to sleep alone again?
Binnacle is the remedy to my problems, the cure for for any sadness built up during the day, and the haven for my brothers and me. Who am I? I doubt I will ever fully know. Where do I belong? I belong in Binnacle, my home.
-Hank Stein, Portland, ME