As you can see from this picture, the camping trip was no washout. A little thunder, a lot of insect bites, a spot of walking, plenty of good company and verdant countryside. On Saturday we ate lunch on a rocky outcrop overlooking the simply-named Lake #4. Left to right: Amie, Laura, me. Behind the camera: Courtney.
I have decided the Adirondacks are NY’s Lake District. Many of their attributes compare favourably, save the names. Lakes #1-6 are no match for the likes of Derwent Water, Grasmere and Windermere. Can you imagine Wordsworth writing a poem titled "Lines Left on a Tree Stump Overlooking Lake #4," or "For The Spot Where The Hermitage Stood on Island #6, Lake #2?"
There is no prize for identifying the Wordsworth poem I culled the title for this post from, but have a go anyway. Now I have email to do. I feel as if haven’t emailed anyone for a couple of weeks.
I passed the driving test, by the way. The instructor said I had a "touch of the cowboy" to me, and I wasn’t even wearing the hat.
