Sunday, August 30, 2009

Driving Back Home Through The Adirondacks

The northernmost parcels of state land in the Adirondack park appear, by the signs, to be recent purchases and called the Santa Clara Tract. One of these days (in my spare time), I'll Google it:

And a little farther south, I came upon this farm field filled with Canada Geese. I'm old enough to remember when they were rather rare. Now they are the north country's answer to pigeons:



This traditional Adirondack farm house sported a clump of what I think are Tall Garden Phlox. I see them in bloom around many of the houses up there. I may try to get some for myself:

Another traditional Adirondack farm, this one with a barn:

And in Brighton, rapidly becoming my favorite place in the Adirondack park, I came across St. Johns In The Wilderness Episcopal Church. Actually, it was the graveyard which caught my eye. I notice it each time I drive by, but this time I decided to pull in and take a closer look. It was a beautiful small country church:

And a hauntingly lovely graveyard tucked in beneath the trees:

There's so much shade from all those big trees that very little grass will grow. So this is one graveyard which is carpeted almost completely with moss:

The graveyard surrounds the church on three sides. It would have been completely quiet except for the young men playing a raucous game of soccer off through the trees just to the south. It made for a nice meditative experience which encompassed life, death, spirituality, youth and nature:

A little farther south, almost to Saranac Lake, I encountered yet another antique car. This driver, however, was not very friendly. Well, he had a lot more traffic and tourists to deal with:

On Lake Colby I found this docked boat and family of ducks. The Joe-Pye-Weed and Goldenrod framed the shoreline:

As I passed the Raybrook State Headquarters I was comforted to know that forest fires were unlikely (we'd had lots of rain). I once saw a forest fire at a reasonably close distance atop Noonmark Mountain. I was standing on Dix Mountain and it was indeed a fearsome sight:

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