|(Linda stands on a bridge rebuilt since Hurricane Irene)|
|( Beaver Meadow)|
Although I had spoken as if I had no plans to spend time at an Adirondack lake, in fact, a group of us had organized a women's overnight at Lake Durant for the middle of August. Little did I know that this was just the kick-start to what I later called my two-week Adirondack whirlwind.
|(Sharing some laughs at Lake Durant)|
|(Lake Durant at evening from the campsite)|
After we dried off from our drenching, we walked around the camp area scoping out sites we might consider for next year. In the end, we said, "the one we're on is one of the nicest," and, even though we were only camping for about 24 hours, we all agreed that this should become an annual event.
|(My father and I kayaking on Lens Lake)|
|(Late afternoon at the Flowed Lands)|
|(Our little tent nestled in the hemlocks at Flowed Lands)|
|(Meredith at breakfast with our bear canister of food)|
|(View from Redfield. Meredith and I have walked the entire ridge in this view, one step at a time.)|
|(View of Whiteface in late-summer color, from the livingroom of our friends' timeshare)|
|(June dwarfed by tree roots on the trail)|
|(view of Giant Mt. near the summit of Rooster Comb)|
Now I was ready to get some food in the house, dig up monstrous crabgrass that had invaded my garden, and talk to Bill! I looked forward to my orchestra schedule resuming, and I knew that Sierra Club responsibilities would get more numerous with upcoming elections. My plate would fill up, but, right now, it all looked good.