This past weekend, as you can read in the last post, I was in the Adirondacks at a state campground. I was paddling in waters I have paddled for the last 30 plus years. In recent years, I haven't gotten back there. You know, Life 101 always gets in the way of our best intentions.
I realized just how much I had missed these waters. There are little streams and ponds, where motorboats can't get to - and in some cases are prevented by law from entering. It is a true paddler's paradise. It is a "get away from it all" experience. You are likely to run into others in kayaks or canoes, who, like you, appreciate and love places like this. You will see all kinds of ducks and birds, even a crane who doesn't appreciate you disturbing their home. At night and during the day, you will hear the enchanting call of the loon - the bird, not the human kind of loon.
I came home more committed than ever to get back up there next summer. In fact, you can make camping reservations 9 months ahead of time. Come next month, I will call the reservation agent and reserve a campsite in Rollins Pond campsite for a week next July. I owe it to myself and my sense of well being to do it.
I sent my friend, Nancy, who was with me this weekend, an e-mail and told her of my plans. Not one to commit to something that far in advance, I knew she wouldn't make a commitment now. "That comes at a time of a lot of family birthdays," she said. I hope she can go. But I will go by myself if I have to. It is just that important to me.
Spring Mill State Park
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