…my vacation was filthy with it. For the most part I just sat with my wheel or knitting and soaked it in (or tried to avoid it, depending on how many legs it had…) Once in a while, though, I did remember to break out the camera so I’d have something to show for my week and a half of camping in the Adirondacks. ;o)
On Saturday, Cookie mentioned that RR dragged me on a hike. Up a mountain. She was right.
He brought me up a ‘short walk’ to see Buttermilk Falls (ETA: these falls are in Lake Luzerne/Fourth Lake, NY, not Ithaca)
Just for the record, his idea of a ‘short walk’ and mine do not coincide. Buttermilk Falls? Is on this hill:
If I didn’t know better, I’d think he was trying to kill me.
I did think it was very cool – the falls flow down a section of solid rock that is very slick when wet – RR says it makes for quite the natural water slide when you’re a kid and can bounce, not so much when you’re a grown-up. ;o)
After the short walk hike, we drove into the town of Lake Luzerne to see where the Hudson River begins:
RR took these pictures. Want to know why?
Yeah. I don’t do heights…or bridges. I made it three steps out and froze, he dragged me back and took the camera out of my white, shaking hands to take pictures. For the blog. He also did not laugh at me. It almost makes up for the short walk hike. Almost.