The hiatus is over. Just got back from a relaxing, summer’s-last-gasp escape to upstate New York, where reliable wifi is rare, the views stretch on into eternity, the sun is toasty and the crisp alpine air is heavily scented with spruce…
Lake Placid is… well, as you can clearly see, placid.
There was lots of this…
And this…
And since these are the Adirondacks, there was plenty of this (as one might expect)…
Everything here is rustic, hewn from logs by hearty mountain men. Even the butter…
So now it’s back to the remodel, back to our urban mess, back to life. But not before we take just a moment to listen to the Log Song…