i feel home
This weekend I am going to the Adirondack Mountains, one of my favorite places in the world. Well, okay I haven’t been to that many places, but I’m pretty sure that even if I had, it would still be my favorite. Have you ever gone somewhere and just felt like you had come home? That is what happens to me, when I am there.
Years ago, I got in my car and I drove, towards Adirondack Park, but with no other destination, or plan, in mind. I left on a Friday, after work, and started driving. It was during the off-season, something I didn’t know much about, then, but I figured I would be able to find a place to stay.
I drove and I drove, and finally, after a little bit of panic because there really weren’t that many options for places to stay, I ended up in Speculator, NY. Which, with my tired eyes, I read as Spectacular. I still call it that, to this day. And I still remember that trip, alone, checking in at the Melody Lodge, spending the weekend writing poetry. I was young and my first marriage was ending and I thought, then, that I would be a poet.
It was a sad time, but also a wonderful time, there, with my words and my mountains. During the day I drove around aimlessly, exploring towns and mountains and lakes and rivers. I found a spot that felt like a private beach, and I sat there for the longest time, just staring at the water.
I’ve gone back several times, to that same spot. It still feels just the same. Like it belongs to me.
I won’t be alone this weekend, I will be with my family. But in a tiny little corner of my heart, those mountains are my home. My solitary place, my sanctuary.
I will be at peace there, nestled in the trees that rise quietly from the mountains.
There will be no television, or radio, or internet, or cell phone service.
There will just be time and thoughts and words and silence.
There will be fires and food and games and family.
And there will be all that sky,
whispering my name.
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