By Mary Burnham
This summer we’ve done some exploring in our old stomping grounds: New York’s six-million-acre playground, The Adirondack Park.
Summer is precious in the North Country. Skin warmed by the sun all day quickly chills by dusk. Fall is in the air of an August evening.
The smell of pine needles crunching underfoot, the shock of cold water after plunging from a rope swing, the last bloom of waterlilies as the first maples begin to turn.
Hope you enjoy these images of outdoor times spent with family and friends.