LAKE GEORGE
September 14, 2001
Mark and I took the boys on a hike up the Deer Leap trail on Tongue Mountain today. We were disappointed that the beaver pond we had seen last year was dried up, but we did have a nice hike and a picnic on the trail.
Today it’s gotten down right cold! We sat around the fireplace this evening while Alex, Patch and Preston went wild with their uncles. Alex learned how to do wet willies, and almost had his uncles disowning him before we finally made him stop.
We celebrated Preston’s birthday tonight, since they will be leaving tomorrow morning (his actual birthday). He blew out those candles as if he’d been practicing for a month!
Tonight while Alex was brushing his teeth, he pointed to the radiator and asked what it was. I told him it was the heater to heat the building. He then asked, “What’s a heater?” Wow. He sure has been in Florida too long!
My Mother has been taking care of the house and the dogs while we’re away, and she’s also had to deal with two houses during a Tropical Storm. Gabriel is sitting right on top of Orlando as I type this, but fortunately, we’re under the eye, so we’re not getting much from the storm. Thanks for taking care of things, Mom!
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September 15, 2001
Mark and I went on a little adventure today. He went out for a kayak ride, which he usually does every year and he’s usually gone for hours. Today was no different, except that he had radioed me after about an hour that he’d found a good spot to hike, so he’d be longer than expected. He radioed a couple more times about how pretty his view was, and then we stopped hearing from him. Just as I was about to worry myself to death, he showed up. He had lost his radio somewhere on his hike. So after much deliberation, we decided to go back together to try to find it. WELL, it was a 45-minute kayak ride out there, and then the “hiking” was more like mountain climbing! We were on a completely deserted portion of mountain, with absolutely no signs of human life, including trails. It became apparent quickly that we could never retrace his steps, so we abandoned the search for the radio and just enjoyed the scenery. It was pretty difficult going, but well worth the views and challenge. But the kayak ride back home was excruciating. Mark had already done it once and his arms were falling off. I was pretty beat, but could still paddle, but right now, my arms are on fire! I’m afraid of what they’ll feel like in the morning!
This was our last day at Lake George. We’re so sad to be leaving our family and newfound friends, and such a gorgeous place.
