Thursday, August 6, 2009
I know I've been missing for awhile...but I was swept away by Moosewood! Moosewood is a Private Hunting Cabin Nestled in the Adirondack Mountains. It's several miles off the beaten path and can only be reached by 4-wheel vehicle or by foot. Every year since my Dad was a kid and probably even before that, my family has been vacationing at this wonderful, kick back and relax, memory filled place. When I was a kid I remember my grandmother making pancakes with the blueberries my cousins and I picked in the woods. I remember walking to and from the swimming hole with a towel in hand while swatting away the deerflies. My brother, cousins and I played and teased eachother on the cable crossing. We'd rock hop. We'd canoe. We'd pick the leeches off our toes in disgust, only to get right back in the water. I remember being so exciting before the trip in anticipation for the large amount of crawfish I would catch (and of course release). It's still so sweet to visit that old hunting cabin and even more sweet to catch up with my family.
It was rainy two out of three days, but that didn't stop us from hiking and hanging out. The air was fresh and moist and the grass was cool and wet on my bare feet.
One of my favorite spots is the crossing. Our trucks precariously ford the creek and the water often hisses against the engines. In these photos (taken by Aunt Kathy): The large boulder is a good place to perch/Uncle Cliff is rather limber as he strattles the foot bridge/Dad and I soak our feet/my little sister Suzi invited her friend Willow to join our festivities.
Hiking in the rain isn't so bad...especially when you have a tiny umbrella. We hiked 3 miles to one of the Lean to's at Wilcox Lake.
Dinners are fabulous. Thank you for cooking Aunt Kathy and Uncle Cliff!
Another thing I enjoy about Moosewood is being surrounded by fabulous antiques that are still being used for their original purpose in their original home. The old ice box and Coca Cola cooler were used 100 years ago at Moosewood. We bring up blocks of ice to stock them with as there is no electricity or running water at Moosewood. An ancient medical box was probably bought new by a Moosewood hunter years and years ago and still holds medical supplies, just in case. The wooden rocking chair was chewed by beavers decades ago when it was once left unattended on the porch. Even the beds in the orphanage-like loft are super old...and sometimes a little creepy. My Dad always sleeps in the haunted bed, proving his courage.