lake george is known as "the queen of the american lakes." well, paddle a canoe from bolton landing to the glen island ranger station to register for a camp site on one of the many state-run islands in "the narrows," and you'll be calling it something much cruder and more colourful.
kate and i have been trying to go camping all summer, and found an opportunity this past sunday. a tent, some sparse supplies, and the resolve to battle a curmudgeonly current took us to some beautiful sights; of all the camping i've ever done - admittedly not as much as, say, bear grylls of "man vs wild" or even lenny spenklebean of queens - it's the best i've ever experienced, and begs for a revisit.
the weather was perfect, kate's mexican blanket was warmer than a freshly dead tauntaun, and i'm already thinking sneaking in another visit once shear madness ends at the end of the month.