The whole world can worry about "global warming." And some countries hate other counties enough to threaten to start a war.

But here at Elim Lodge, in Peterborough, every single little wavelet on the lake is doing exactly what God intended -- sparkling when the sun shines on it.

Here, also, dozens of busy red-winged blackbirds call "oh, kee, lee," as they fly among the tall green rushes that line the shore.

The shores provide not only a stopping place for the wavelets but also a starting place for forests that fill the countryside.

The soft green of the woods absorb worries and cares with quiet ease. A great blue heron stands on the end of the longest dock, surveying his domain.

I sit on a bench in front of our air-conditioned rooms and catch a nice bass, which I quickly release after having our picture taken.

Just sitting watching clouds, and wavelets is restful for an old guy like me.

As old-time comic Bob Burns used to say of his grandfather: "Sometimes he sits and thinks, and sometimes he just sits."

The fine people of Elim are quite religious -- no drinking, swearing or dancing -- but they smile all the while and making you welcome in their homes.

The drive from here to Elim is quite long, but daughter Susan is an excellent driver and husband Raye sleeps quietly most of the way.

We'll go back to Elim again next year and stay longer.

The good-sized bass I let go will be twice as big when I catch him again next year.

Ted Wilcox is a lifetime Hamiltonian with a passion for sports, community and, most of all, family.