Eight Days With Nothing To Do
We just got back from eight days back east, most of which was spent at my parents’ summer house on the Goodnow Flow in Newcomb, NY. It’s a relatively small lake, about three and a half miles long, a couple hundred yards wide, and no more than 20 feet deep at its deepest. The weather couldn’t have cooperated any better, it was warm enough to swim but not insanely hot or humid, there was often enough of a breeze to keep the insects at bay, and it didn’t rain until the last day and a half we were there. For a vacation of doing nothing, we ended up packing in a lot of activities, but it still felt pretty restful. Em’s parents came up for a few days, and we went with them to Montreal. We went fishing, plinking with my .22’s, and I went motorcycling with my Dad and my Uncle in cowtown around Glens Falls. It was nice to spend a week with no television and (almost) no internet access.
