You can try but it won’t work. The Adirondacks come with an indescribable magic. They are Alpine, and they are enchanted, trails are long, the nature dwarfs you. Many times I felt lost in a fantasy just by looking around.
It didn’t rain this time, but we spent a lot of time in fog.
The beginning of the Hudson River was taken out of another world.
Most of the time we spent on our feet, on ladders, and skipping from rock to rock.
Nowadays when I bring the trip up, the conversation leaves a certain astonishment behind. Mountains, in New York?
Going into the trip, and what I have seen thus far in America, I was excited. What I encountered cannot be put in words.