It seems that whenever I am in a state of flux, brought on by specific events or just life in general, a visit to the Adirondacks always brings me back to center. This year has been no different.
And this year it just happened to fall at the right time. We’ve just returned from an 8 day vacation to the Lake Placid region. An area with cooler temperatures (70’s during the day, 50’s at night, even the 40’s one night).
People who say hello if for no other reason than they feel a kinship with you.
Sitting in an Adirondack glider, on a wooden dock, at the bank of a lake with no motorboats, life there hardly resembles what fills our days most of the year.
Of not only seeing an elusive loon, the symbol of the Adirondacks, but having a pair take up residency in our cove. Of seeing not only two, but four, then six loons together on our final day. Of hearing their gentle calls at night or their quite loud calls during the day.
Of watching a blue heron, just off the dock, leap into the water and pull out a fish, then watch him shake it and swallow it down. Of seeing a muskrat swimming in out lake, then followed by little ones.
Hiking trails leading to elusive ponds and waterfalls. Tours of famous great camps. Eating at good restaurants, not fancy, but good. Places like the Lake Placid Brewery, Moose Lodge and Tail O’ the Pup.
The best shops for quaint and antiques.
Morning walks around Mirror Lake with Murphy. Mist coming over the lake first thing in the am.
Sadly, saying goodbye to the lake on departure day.
We always talk about going somewhere else, “next year”. But we’re already planning our return for 2019, hopefully with family in tow.
Every year we return to the problems of our everyday lives. And every year those 8 days carry us for another fifty-one weeks.
Trapped in a Happy Life 