Familiar Waves

Grandpa Bill sat on the beach as a teen. When Julie was ten, he taught her to water ski just off the shoreline. John, Jessica and James learned to skip ancient sedimentary rocks across the quiet waters of the late day when they were little. We've all watched the same setting sun bathe the Adirondack sky in brilliant streaks of pink and orange.

Today, nieces and nephews and our own grandchildren play in the cool clear waters. Unknowingly passing through tradition, they share in the collective memory of all who came before them. Time stands still when sitting under the cedar bluff at the Ridge. Life is good!