In the days when I lived off Palisades Road, on the north side of Brant Lake, I often paddled across to Sunset Mountain Lodge, the only hotel that still existed on the lake. Once, I set off after dark when a moon barely illuminated the landscape. The location of my house, on a cliff 25…
After reading my blog on Brant Lake, Tricia called from the West Coast. “If only Dan, if only I could visit. Return, just once. Your vignettes reminded me of growing up at the lake. Every summer our family lived there—in the old stone house next to where my grandfather kept his electric power yacht. I learned…
Sheltering with the Loons 