Take time for the Upstates
The value of getting away from the everyday
You see why we love our Upstate? Here’s Lower Saranac Lake, in New York’s Adirondack Park. (RS photo)
Dear readers,
We’re taking some time away from home this week, and we hope you’re getting a chance for some downtime this summer, too. Americans are notorious for not taking time off: Nearly two-thirds of workers leave paid time off on the table each year, according to a national survey. That’s a mistake, because you’ll never know what you’re missing — in perspective, experiences and beauty — if you stick to only what’s familiar.
Our notion of this column is that it’s good for us all to encounter ideas and experiences in what we call the Upstates of America, and that there are many places apart from the centers of power that are home to insights worth hearing. So while we love our home in Upstate New York, we’re traveling to another upstate just now for a little adventure.
Thank you for being a part of this community, and for sharing our love of the Upstates of America. We’ll be back with another edition of The Upstate American next weekend.
Always,
Rex
Rex, This looks like a place similar to where Ralph and Wayne drove their car into the lake to wash it and getting it stuck!! Beautiful and peaceful location when you don't have a car stuck. Have fun!
And, Tucker and Alaina are in Portsmouth England getting on a boat to Amsterdam, Bergan, Shetland & Iceland. As youngsters this travel will be life changing!!
"I went out to the hazel wood
because a fire was in my head
And cut and peeled a hazel wand
and hooked a berry to a thread
and when white moths were on the wing
and mouthlike stars were flick'ring out
I dropped the berry in a stream
and caught a little silver trout
When I had laid it on the floor
and gone to blow the fire aflame
something rustled by my side
and someone called me by my name
It had become a glimmering girl
with apple blossoms in her hair
who called me by my name and ran
and faded on the brightening air
though I am old with wandering
through hollow lands and hilly lands
I will find out where she has gone
and kiss her lips and take her hands
and pluck, til time and times are done
the silver apples of the moon
the golden apples of the sun"
(W. B. Yeats)