This past weekend, D and I took a weekend trip up into the Adirondacks. She had bought me, as a birthday gift, a weekend getaway at Timberlock, an all-inclusive "camp" located on Indian Lake way up in the middle of nowhere in the Adirondacks.
To put it in perspective, there was no electricity... no phone ... no cell phone coverage ... no TV ... couldn't pick up a radio station at all on the Land Rover's radio... it really was "the middle of fucking nowhere."
And it was great. We had a cabin right on the lake, we spent more time simply relaxing -- reading, sleeping, eating, lounging -- in three days than I had in the past three months. We met people there for whom, like us, it was their first time there. We also met people who'd been coming there annually for the past sixty-seven years.
The camp has a long history, often passed down from one generation to the next, going back to the 1800s. There's staffers who've worked there for years, it's just one big huge happy family.
And the best part is, for a couple days, a week, whatever, you get to be part of that family. Hanging out by the fire in the evening, bullshitting about whatever comes up.
We're looking forward to planning a trip back up there next year. Maybe even convince a couple friends to come up with us or something when we do. It's a great place to relax, and I can't recommend it highly enough.
There's nothin' like it is there? Just forgetting about everything except the moment or what stick to throw on the fire next. Now you know why I get the way I do around Labor Day and Memorial Day