An old fridge and a field of wildflowers.

The Dump is a delicate description of where we go on Saturday mornings to take our trash.  Although we "dump" our trash here, I prefer "transfer station".  This particular transfer station is on the coast of Maine and as we drove in last week, this lonely refrigerator stood out calling for attention.  For safety reasons the door had been removed but that removal exposed a gorgeous shade of aqua that I wish embellished my refrigerator at home!  Sitting among the wildflowers of various shades of purples, yellows and whites, it seemed like some sort of magical sculpture; part of the simple yet beautiful landscape. 

Our trip to the Adirondacks - Part II, The House

When a house has been in a family for several generations, it exudes a certain "comfortable" quality.  It's well worn and somewhat tattered; in a good way.  Everything has a space to which it belongs. 

An early morning view of the porch.  Without electricity, the house is still dark inside.

For many years, family members have gathered around this table and shared a meal.

There are cozy nooks for reading and relaxing everywhere you turn.

The house settles in to the afternoon shadows.

It's hard to leave this space.

The water activities await.

So peaceful reading a book by the light at the window.

I like to think of the generation of hands that have touched these dishes.

A meal enjoyed by the forest.

Ghosts of families past walk these stairs.

Pancakes made on a wood fired griddle.  Spectacular.

There's a place for everyone and everything here.

Memories of days gone by.

A view to the serene woodlands.

Books and pipes untouched by time.

We welcomed the breeze through the old screen.

A beautiful watercolor of the natural surroundings.

Structurally incredible.

Bread is tucked safely away from "critters".

There's nothing like an Adirondack porch swing.

A cute little camper.

Ahhh.....summer.

Our trip to the Adirondacks. Part I.

Adirondack Park is over six million acres of peace and tranquility in New York State.  It's difficult to explain the gentleness of the area without being able to share the clean smell of the mountain air or the sound of the water lapping at the shore of the lake.  Being there clears the mind and restores the soul.  Life moves at a slow pace, yet an exciting one.  A short hike transports you to a breathtaking vista.  A canoe ride moves you to explore the shoreline of a lake where nature rules.  We were ready for the relaxation we craved.

Pine trees abound here!  It's truly a nature lover's paradise.

Reaching for the sun, this small tree is an example of some of the new growth on the forest floor.

We happened to be there during a time when the clouds were ever-changing.

When friends invited us to their family camp, we said yes!

Land meets lake.

A stunning display of intense energy.

We sat and watched the sun move in and out of the clouds.  A little rain shower didn't scare us away.

Snacks anyone?

Smoked trout and good company.  What more could we ask for?

A place to unwind.

We can't wait to see what tomorrow brings.

The fresh air made us sleepy.  Slumber calls.
 

Fetching water from the spring.

If you've ever had the opportunity to taste water fresh from the spring, you know how delightful it is.  Crisp, clear, cold water right from the ground.  No additives or chemicals; it's wonderful!  I have memories from when I was young of stopping by a spring with my mom (which I believe is still there) and getting water for our aquarium.

This spring is in Bristol, Maine.  It's located in a very public location and is there for everyone to enjoy.  On a recent trip to Newfoundland we waited in line to get spring water!  There's not usually a line in Bristol but you may encounter one or two folks ahead of you.  It's a terrific treat to keep in the fridge.

 Originally placed here in 1914, the trough was "renovated" several years ago.

A beautifully quaint little spot for a refreshing drink of water.  Next time you're on your way to Pemaquid Point Lighthouse, stop by and show your children what it's like to get water right from the ground instead of a water treatment plant!

Yes!  There is water in the glass.  Crystal clear and ice cold for your enjoyment.  Remember John Drummond next time you have a sip!  What a nice memorial.