Blue Mountain Lake
Lisa writes: Tom's family goes to a lake in the Adirondacks every summer. This tradition goes back about 100 years. Until the 50s, the family had their own camp: a collection of split-log one-room buildings, lean-tos, an ice house, and a privy. During WWII, when all the men were overseas or too young or too old, the camp fell into disrepair and was finally sold. During our trip last week, we rented a boat and went to go find it. It's still there. The ice house, privy, and one of the lean-tos are gone, but the rest of the place is still there and looks like it is well-used by a family with a lot of kids. (No one was home when we arrived. I collected a bunch of pine cones from the property and found a big frog.) Tom has come up to these lakes nearly every summer of his life, and every rock and tree and chipmunk holds special meaning and memories for him. I am a Western girl, and the allure of the Adirondacks is only slowly growing on me. Loons and otters and canoeing? Thumbs up. ...