Suzy was smitten the moment she crossed the 'Blue Line', 27 years ago.The Blue Line is the boundary that defines the six-million acre Adirondack State Park. We've made the trek from our former homes in Florida and South Carolina many times and each time she's sad about crossing the line out of the park. She always dreams about making the trek - then staying inside the park as long as we want.
Although we have indoor plumbing, we don't have running water. (Our friend Bill said we do
have running water if 'you run and get it'.) Hauling water is a daily
chore, made much easier by the recent addition of a drilled artesian
well. It's free flowing so we don't need a pump. The water bubbles out
of a spout. Clear and cold spring water tastes wonderful - we are quite
fortunate.
Three
or four little streams cross the property, depending on the season. The
one above is only 30 steps from the cabin. We used to get non-potable
water from it before we had the well drilled. This was a winter trip so S
chopped a hole in the ice with an ax, then filled the pails that we've
been using for a decade. It sounds like a lot of work, and I suppose it
is, but it's pleasantly satisfying, too.
We
used to haul our potable water from a spring near AuSable Forks. That's
S returning from a trip into town a few years ago. Part of our shopping
routine would be to fill our water jugs so we'd have a 3 day supply.
You learn to conserve water when you haul it yourself. It's a nice
feeling to be free of water utility bills and it feels good to
responsibly use our resources.
S
is a rabid reader and has a need to work with fabric. She's a fine
seamstress, knitter, quilter and cross-stitcher. She's also an avid
naturalist, able to identify many plants and birds, grow a highly
productive garden and ride a horse. She's hiked all over the High Peaks,
here's a photo from the summit of Ampersand mountain.And here's another from the summit of Jay Mountain.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.