The Adirondacks. What More Can I Say?

       Septembre! Beautiful month to hit the road for a few days.

        Saranac Lake. Where the morning sun lies warm over the water. The sky and the water wear the exact same color. The loons yodel to offset the stillness. The little waves whisper to the shore.

         The mountains rise up and surround you.

        The leaves also whisper, "Septembre. Septembre."

       Tupper Lake reflects the heron and the clouds.

        A little bridge, over tumbling water.

        An old and weathered barn leans into the trees.

        Is this the place of castles and romance?

        And church steeples from afar?

         A beautiful duck, with his one spot of blue.

       And a Pirate ship. "Don't tread upon me." and "Don't give up the ship" say her flags, snapping in the stiff breeze.

         Wild flowers every where.

       Drift wood on the shore.
             Need I say more?