Couples swayed to “By the Light of the Silvery Moon,” but the young man stood transfixed. He held his hands over his heart as he gazed up at the Scaroon Manor amphitheater. There, a tall singer trilled.
August 2015
Cliff the Bear
We all have experiences that stay with us. Some are firsts—first kiss, first home run. Some are tragic. Some are bookmarks. For me, one of these involved a summer job, a night along a High Peaks trail and a black bear named Cliff.
Love My Neighbors
A bug crawled in my ear during a High Peaks family camping trip last summer. I had been asleep an hour, snug in my sleeping bag, my husband and I on either side of our kids. I awoke screaming as whatever it was—tunneling to escape an inhospitable burrow—shredded my eardrum.
Small Feats
I am not one of those people who can gaze at the Adirondack mountain summits and know them by name. I can’t boast of climbing the 46 High Peaks, let alone identify them all. I own a backpack and a pair of hiking boots—both of which I purchased when I was still listening to cassette tapes—but trekking poles and gaiters are beyond me. I can, however, spot the toad camouflaged in the leaves and the snake disguised as a tree root. I can find rocks shaped like hearts and dinosaurs in the clouds. I can pick out an adequate hiking stick and a fallen tree perfect for use as a balance beam. I can do these things because I frequently hike with kids. They taught me.
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