Up in the Adirondacks
- November 12, 2018
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I spent a long weekend in the Central Adirondacks with a group of friends. It was exactly what I needed, the catching up, the laughter, and especially, those mountains surrounding me.
Day two began with a power outage that lasted most of the morning, and we fortified ourselves with cold cereal and muffins. By the afternoon, everyone was out, either hiking on trails, puttering along the lakes in a motor boat, or hanging out in their own cabins. I sat at the table in my cabin and began writing. The mountain facing me radiated absolute quiet but not silence. Peace steeped my bones, and my pen worked diligently across the page.
There wasn’t time to do a lot of writing, but that moment of solitude and clarity was the spark. At least it worked better than me trying to light the fireplace. For the record, what you’re seeing in the photo below is the newspaper burning. Alas, the logs were too damp to catch on. (That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.)
There isn’t much more to say except yes, it was hard to leave.
But here’s someone who was glad to see me when I returned home. And thankfully, the writing spark is still going strong.
This year I went a little upstate with a friend for the day. We had three goals: foliage watching, shopping, and eating at Gasho’s. We achieved all three and here are a few pictures to enjoy (I’ll spare you the shopping):