It seems I need at least one camping trip to the Adirondacks each year to keep me going. While the fibromyalgia wouldn’t let me do my normal hiking and canoing this year, I did take a new camera with me, so look out – here come the pictures!
We stopped on the way at Pig Rock, an infamous landmark on Rte. 30, that’s been there since I was a little girl. A local boys’ camp puts a fresh coat of paint on it each spring.
While my husband was setting up camp, I walked to the lake shore, which attracted many of the mallards. Traditionally, everyone fed them bread so they have no fear of people, but the powers that be now frown on that practice. So I just took pictures instead.
A little more rare, I did catch a shot of a merganser, although the three little ones she was racing to catch up with were out of camera range.
And, of course, our 10-year-old dog Sugar had a wonderful time, too. She hurt herself as we were leaving camp, so after we drove home, we spent another three hours taking her to the emergency clinic for x-rays. It was just a pulled muscle, though, and she’s starting to bounce back today. Now we just have to figure out how to keep her quiet for four more days!
Dripping, and waiting for the stick
Jumping to catch the toy
Resting up for the next game
Because I had the new camera, God also sent a couple visitors so I could try out the zoom lens: a monarch butterfly and a woodpecker.
If you’ve ever been to the Adirondacks, you know that the sky is different each day, sometimes each minute. [See proof from Blue Mountain at the bottom of my blog.] Here are some more shots, taken between storms and vicious biting flies.
Thou dost make the dawn and the sunset shout for joy.
As I couldn’t be as active as I’d have liked, I spent quite a bit of time sitting in the comfy new reclining lawn chair my husband got me. And how could I complain, when this was my view?