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Yesterday dawned cloudy and overcast but by 11AM the overcast had given way to blue sky and fluffy clouds. By the same time, Hugo and his hockey linemate Carter had also arrived and I deemed it a perfect day for a seaplane trip. So I called my friend Tom to see if he was available to fly us around. The answer was "yes" so he flew us around and it turned out to be a perfect day for seeing parts of the Adirondacks by air.
Spent Monday AM in the CVPH Surgical Waiting Room while the wife had her female-parts-removal surgery (scheduled). Taking her back to Rist Camp for rest and recuperation after her discharge this AM (Tuesday).
Had visitors to Rist Camp over the past weekend. More visitors are on the way.
There was a strange / weird cloud thing late Saturday afternoon. Never saw anything quite like before.
Lest you think that the first (top) picture of one of the camp's 45 structures is the camp's is main lodge, I should point out that picture is of the gatehouse entrance to the 12,000 acre Santanoni Perserve (as the camp was known). The main lodge - 5 miles from the gatehouse - has a 16,000 sq. ft. roof, 5,000 of which cover a promenade of interconnecting porches.
I'll add captions to the pictures and more info about the camp (and why it was abandoned) later today. In the meantime, check out the fireplace in Camp Santanoni's Great Room.
In the Adirondack camp tradition, the Great Room nomenclature refers to the main room of a camp which, in the case of the Great Camps, is truly great indeed. Rooms into which the entire Rist Camp would easily be accommodated, in some examples 2 side-by-side Rist Camps could be accommodated with room to spare.
By those standards, the Rist Camp Great Room is rather modest but, as is d'riguer in most Adirondack camps, there is an impressive fireplace which is the centerpiece of the room.
Arrived back at Rist Camp yesterday evening after 5 days in Rochester with Hugo for his hockey camp. The camp was a success as can be partly evidenced by the above picture which is a faithful representation of his execution of a nice deek which got the goalie moving laterally, after which Hugo beat him like a rented mule by tickling the twine. The goalie did not know whether to cry or wind his watch.
While in Rochester, I had a nice but quick lunch with John Linn along with visits to a number friends, drank some beer, went to a minor league baseball game, played golf with some old guys, gave the X-wife some what-for, and wrapped up the trip with a visit to Wegmans where I secured a mother lode of Zweigles and snickerdoodles, thus making the trip a complete success.
It's raining and overcast today, making it a perfect day for relaxing in front of a warm fire to take off the dampness - not to mention the warm glow of the tv screen with a Notre Dame football game on broadcast - and just hanging out while the wife waits on me, hand-and-foot, as I recover from a somewhat hectic 5 days and recoup my Adirondack equilibrium.
BTW, the spider, whatever its nomenclature might be, is approx. 2 inches in size, tip-to-tip.
We stopped the car, got out, and approached the fawn. Hugo stayed low and moved right up to the fawn which came right over to Hugo and sniffed his hand. At that point mom and another fawn appeared on the scene and mom approached Hugo to sniff his hand. Finding nothing to eat on offer, they all turned there attention back to feeding on the lawn.
Obviously, these deer are very acclimated to humans. These are not the only deer I have seen grazing on the lawns of Main Street, most often in the dead of night. I think the village of Old Forge as an entity and its inhabitants are, at the least, tolerating this situation, if not outright encouraging it, as tourist attraction.
The situation gives rise to many questions.
From top to bottom:
2 redux on my first nite life entry
a late day look at the birch that will be the subject of an extended body of work
4 pictures of the marshy wetland below the first beaver dam Jimmi Nuffin had ever seen
the birch again, this time in the rain
the wife on her hammock
rain and mist over Lake Harris (view from Rist Camp porch)
2 pictures of reflections in the front windows ar Rist Camp
Much more to come.