Mary and I are in New York's North Country this week, the area north of Syracuse and Albany and which, excluding towns extending their conurbations (Rome, Schenectady) houses about 300,000 people in an area comparable in size to Vermont and New Hampshire combined. Hell, just west of where we are right now (near the town of North Creek, population 562), there are wilderness areas with no paved roads roughly the size of Rhode Island. There are innumerable lakes.
Drilling down on Google Maps, I saw a place name (Robinwood, on Bog Lake) deep into one of these wilderness areas and googled it. Apparently there is some kind of hunting-fishing club/communty association of families who have "camps" or cabins there. There was a post about a temporary culvert that is holding while a new one is on order but not yet delivered. The post was dated 2017 and not followed up on.
It is, in short, a blissfully quiet area. Our little Airbnb "chalet" looks out over a beautiful marsh area. Everything here is rustic and cute, in places a little bit too kitschy but what are you gonna do. It is pretty much perfect. When we sit on the screened in porch the only thing you hear is insects, birds and the occasional dog or twelve in the distance. Today we head off to Lake Placid where we are gonna stay in a swanky hotel/ski lodge. It will be funny when we roll up in Mary Lee's old Prius with duct tape over a dent on the side where somebody banged it up somewhere in the dead of night.
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