Delta Lake State Park, Rome NY
Every time we make this trip there’s a moment when we arrive in a heavily shaded forest of deciduous trees, replete with buzzing mosquitoes and the smell of green things growing, and I think, “Well, we’re really back now.” All the time up to that moment I’ve been able to disregard the gradual encroachment of the little cues that we are entering the northern forests, but inevitably there’s a day when the Airstream is camped amidst the leaves and grass and suddenly it hits me. Dorothy, we’re not in Arizona any more.
It’s not a bad thing. It’s sort of a novelty after living in the desert for a while, so I like listening to the birds of the boreal forest and watching the dragonflies dance over the ponds. But like the first snow, or the first crocus of spring, it’s a symbol of big change.
This moment happened today, when we pulled into Delta Lake State Park near Rome, in central New York. Our campsite is in a wooded area next to a calm blue lake. It’s so shady here that we needed to turn on lights in the trailer several hours before sunset. (Reminds me a bit of those days camped in the redwoods back in 2006.) We are on the edge of the large Adirondack Park that overlays most of northeast New York state, which means we are within a few hours drive of our destination.
We seem to be a long way from where we started today, in downtown Toronto, battling against commuter traffic. We zipped past Niagara Falls, grabbed the Airstream from Darien Lake, and have trundled down the New York State Thruway to end up here. We could have easily made Vermont this evening, but there was no rush and so we have taken the opportunity to have one last night on the road. We’ll take a few hours to pause here and there as we pass through the Adirondack Park tomorrow, and then the Airstream will be parked for the next three months.
But fear not: parked the Airstream may be, but adventures await nonetheless. I have to get back down south next week, and there are many interesting things on the agenda. Among them is the task of recovering the Caravel from north Texas, a logistical challenge that has yet to be resolved since my tow vehicle will be in Vermont. (And of course, long-time blog readers will remember Temporary Bachelor Man — he’s coming back shortly. Things will likely get gritty.) There are other travels planned, too. The change that I feel today marks the transition to an interesting summer.