Lori and I spent a pleasant late Friday morning strolling around the F. R. Newman Arboretum in what has become an annual fall tradition. It’s quite the treasure.
Lori and I spent a week in the northern Adirondacks, accompanied for a few days by our friend Stella. It was past peak fall colors except for the golden tamaracks which looked like they could glow in the dark. We had many trails practically to ourselves and were among the very few paddlers out on the waters. The main street through Lake Placid was torn up due to major infrastructure work, most of our favored restaurants were closed, and the loons had departed for the winter. Regardless, it was a very relaxing and rejuvenating stay: sharing good food, good camaraderie, and that brisk mountain air does the soul good.