Category: Sheltering

A Story that Is Unbearable

In earlier years, the only time I saw a bear around Brant Lake was when we were both scavenging at the town dump. (Now given the more sophisticated name of the town landfill.) The bear was exploring one pile of litter, probably hunting for food, and I was searching for discarded antiques, also known as…

Living Apart: The House at Brant Lake

In an earlier blog I wrote about the summer that my parents spent their vacation at Brant Lake. Several days before they arrived, in the days when I was still jogging, I ran to the end of the lake to inspect the house my parents had rented. This would be an opportunity to spend an…