Our trip to the Adirondacks Part III - a paddle in the canoe and a short hike.

I've already shown you some of the spectacular surroundings in the Adirondacks.  Our visit wasn't complete until we paddled to a favorite hiking spot.  The sky threatened rain, but we only had a short sprinkle.  The day was wonderful; full of fresh air.

A little choppy but nothing the canoe couldn't handle.

Where the land meets the lake.

A fellow paddler; albeit a kayak.

It was a quick paddle and a docking location shared by others.

Nature's fury.

A beautiful vista.

A panoramic view of the lake.

The sun was teasing us.

Mt. Marcy in the distance.  It's the highest peak in New York.

Back at the beach.

Note how the tree had fallen over but kept reaching for the sun.

The boulder resembles a cracked egg.  Again, nature's fury.

A sign that hikers were near by.

 A teeter totter.

The contrast is amazing.

Almost back for lunch.

A great day shared by friends.

An old fridge and a field of wildflowers.

The Dump is a delicate description of where we go on Saturday mornings to take our trash.  Although we "dump" our trash here, I prefer "transfer station".  This particular transfer station is on the coast of Maine and as we drove in last week, this lonely refrigerator stood out calling for attention.  For safety reasons the door had been removed but that removal exposed a gorgeous shade of aqua that I wish embellished my refrigerator at home!  Sitting among the wildflowers of various shades of purples, yellows and whites, it seemed like some sort of magical sculpture; part of the simple yet beautiful landscape. 

Our trip to the Adirondacks - Part II, The House

When a house has been in a family for several generations, it exudes a certain "comfortable" quality.  It's well worn and somewhat tattered; in a good way.  Everything has a space to which it belongs. 

An early morning view of the porch.  Without electricity, the house is still dark inside.

For many years, family members have gathered around this table and shared a meal.

There are cozy nooks for reading and relaxing everywhere you turn.

The house settles in to the afternoon shadows.

It's hard to leave this space.

The water activities await.

So peaceful reading a book by the light at the window.

I like to think of the generation of hands that have touched these dishes.

A meal enjoyed by the forest.

Ghosts of families past walk these stairs.

Pancakes made on a wood fired griddle.  Spectacular.

There's a place for everyone and everything here.

Memories of days gone by.

A view to the serene woodlands.

Books and pipes untouched by time.

We welcomed the breeze through the old screen.

A beautiful watercolor of the natural surroundings.

Structurally incredible.

Bread is tucked safely away from "critters".

There's nothing like an Adirondack porch swing.

A cute little camper.

Ahhh.....summer.