Adirondack Camping Trip

"Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountain is going home; that wildness is necessity; that mountain parks and reservations are useful not only as fountains of timber and irrigating rivers, but as fountains of life." -John Muir

Every minute was spectacular, but here are some highlights from this magical place. This year the Jiffy pop went off without a hitch (last year it leaked oil all over the camp stove). Cute as he was, we did not feed the chipmunk, but he sure was persistent. The wood grain is from the bottom of an uprooted tree that lies exposed to the lake winds. Isn't it gorgeous?



An excerpt from my camp log: "Each night the first thing we see in the sky is a planet. You can always tell because planets don't twinkle. B thinks it might be Saturn. Tonight is our last night and we stand with our heads upturned for what must be over an hour. The sky gains depth the later it gets and is filled with layer upon layer of celestial illumination. The lake reflects the starlight - and planetlight as well. Seeing the reality behind the daytime's pale blue facade is fascinating. I could stare all night. We make wishes on a handful of shooting stars and promise to tell if they come true."