Far north, spring comes late but brings Bob-Ross-ian scenes with it. This particular landscape in Tupper Lake has been a frequent favorite of mine; I’ve watched it change over the years as the currents shift the islands around.
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Lonely in Tupper Lake
This tiny island sits in Tupper Lake’s appropriately named Rock Island Bay, amid this quintessentially Adirondack-y landscape of rolling hills and coniferous trees. This particular island has always been notable to me because of the degree to which it aligns with my boyhood ideal of “where to hide out.” Swimmable, but just barely for a 10-year-old, from the shore. A tree for the barest shelter and a twig, now and then, from which to craft a fishing hook. When the day of adventures is over, a little island like this one would be just big enough for a boy-sized lean-to for my childhood self. Wouldn’t that be paradise?
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