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SETTLED IN TO RIST CAMP FOR OUR-including our cat-5 week stay. All of my conflicted Jersey Shore vibes have been washed away by the falling rain.
Some of our neighbors in our small Adirondack hamlet question why we vacation within the Adirondacks a mere 50 miles, as the crow flies, from our home. The answer is simple enough…cuz when you live in the Land That Time Forgot-the largest park east of the Mississippi in which all of the public lands are protected “as forever wild” in the NY State Constitution, a region larger than the state of Vermont in which there is but one McDonalds, one Dunkin Donuts, one national chain hotel, a region in which the towns and hamlets are committed to preserving their traditional, aka: rustic, character, and in which, at Rist Camp, we listen to the loons calling day and night, the coyotes howling in the night and watching eagles, hawks soaring overhead and osprey diving for fish, what’s the point of going to…say…the Jersey Shore?