by Ann Mulford Kent
I had waited three months to finally return to my Adirondack camp where I have enjoyed 59 years of memories, Adirondack tales of other generations and a sense of “Adirondack Peace.”
When I pull into the driveway at camp thoughts of work, appointments, and my list of “shoulds” seem to dissipate into the Adirondack air.
My soul begins to take in the gifts of quiet, the smell of pine and the calls of the loons at night.
I look forward to ending each day with windows open, listening to the breeze and the lapping of the water against the shore—an “Adirondack slumber.”
Sometimes, however, that Adirondack Peace is challenged! Last night was one of those times!
I had spent a beautiful day on the dock, reading and swimming to my heart’s content.
It was the kind of day you think you could stay in your suit forever, your mind blank of anything but the blue sky above and the beauty of the Adirondack view in front of you.
Relaxed and happy to “burrow” into a night at camp, I pulled out some knitting and headed to the porch, ready to listen to the sounds of an Adirondack night.
Just as I was about to sit down, the phone rang. It was my brother calling with a camp update as he had just left paradise and was headed home to West Virginia. Continue reading