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How to Regain Your Senses

The Adirondacks prove to be an antidote for one who is sense-less.

 

My bike ride each day in the Adirondack Mountains last week would start on a paved road where I’d pass a few log cabins that are bigger than my house. Then the paved road turned to dirt, the cabins turned to shacks and everything got quiet.

I’d smell delicious whiffs of balsam trees and feel the crisp mountain air – weightless after the heavy humidity we left in the Lehigh Valley. Sometimes I’d catch sight of young whitetail bucks with the beginnings of antlers. The cabins on that road were a mishmash – some as neat as a pin with freshly mowed grass next to others that were so overgrown they appeared to have been swallowed by the forest.

Modernity shared quarters with yesteryear: cabins with satellite dishes were neighbors of those with outhouses. Some showed no signs of life, others teemed with stuff: lawn ornaments and ATVs, power tools, toys and sheds. One had a sign at the door saying, “No peeing from the porch” – an admonition that hadn’t occurred to me would require signage. 

Residents with a condo association mentality for strictly regimented housing could start a war in a place like that.

But it was also on that road I started to regain my senses—to begin to really look at my surroundings and listen for the sounds of the forest and the lakes, to delight in the different smells – the balsam trees, a horse paddock, smoke from a fire pit.

Like a lot of people, too much of my regular life is lived on autopilot, my head down immersed in deadlines and schedules and habits. My surroundings become the equivalent of white noise.  

If you live permanently in a beautiful place do you appreciate it every day or do you lose those heightened senses after a while? Do you still revel in the way the sun shimmers on the lake, the evening symphony of the water lapping against the dock and the loon’s call?  Or does it become ho-hum—the Muzak of life?

Albert Einstein said: “There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.”

I’m not sure it’s possible for people like me to live in a perpetual state of wonder. But a week in the crisp mountain air next to a glimmering lake makes you realize what’s lost when you allow your default position to be sense-less.  

Related Topics: Adirondacks, Albert Einstein, Margie Peterson, Senses, and loons

Mary Anne Looby

8:41 am on Thursday, July 19, 2012

Lovely piece, Margie, thanks for sharing it.

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Edward L. McNamara

8:49 am on Thursday, July 19, 2012

Nicely written story. Having recently moved from Coopersburg to Smith Mountain Lake in SW VA, my wife and I remind one another, daily, how lucky we are to be here and we do try to take it all in. We are hopeful that this feeling will stay with us through the years as we settle in and make a life here. I love the Albert Einstein quote.
Ed McNamara

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Jonathan Gerard

8:57 am on Thursday, July 19, 2012

The sign used to say "Women--no peeing from the porch." Equality has come to the Adirondacks. ;-)

It's as close as you can be to experiencing the country as it was seen by the first Europeans to encounter this land. Adirondack Park is larger than Yellowstone and much less crowded. It is a national treasure. Einstein was right.

Averse to vacationing where there is no hot shower, I once reluctantly agreed to go camping near Blue Mountain Lake. The first night, it rained and I awoke in our tent to see, through the dark, my sneaker float past my head. I still laugh at the memory. An Adirondack vacation is about the joy of "being" rather than the pride of "producing." It's about the sanctity of life trumping secularity, where we are daily valued for what we do, not for who we are--and thus falsely under-value ourselves.

The biblical value was to take one day a week in which we did not have to feel "useful." In this world, perhaps a week each year in a place like the Adirondacks is the closest most of us will come to that goal.

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Ann Wlazelek

10:12 am on Thursday, July 19, 2012

Lovely writing about a lovely place I hope to see some day. Thanks Margie for reawakening all our senses.

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Margie Peterson

4:48 pm on Thursday, July 19, 2012

Thanks Mary Anne, Edward, Jonathan and Ann. I'm glad it resonated with you.

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Cathy Biggs

7:52 pm on Thursday, July 19, 2012

The Adirondack Park is the largest in square miles of God's country in this great land of ours. The spectacular USA Olympic sites of Lake Placid is worth your vacationing there in any season. Fresh air and a pristine environment of mountains and lakes prevail. The Ironman will be held there this weekend. It's my favorite place on earth.

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Ami Lanning

8:58 pm on Thursday, July 19, 2012

I grew up here, but moved away for nearly 20 years. I finally came back "home" six years ago, and marvel daily in how beautiful the Lehigh Valley is - all those "mountains", trees, hills and beautiful old homes. I asked my mom once if she realized how pretty it is here (she grew up here and never ventured far from home) - she said to me, "Every day!". That resonates with me - every day! Thanks for sharing this lovely piece.

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Pam Ruch

9:40 pm on Thursday, July 19, 2012

My parents lived (and died) in the Adirondack Park. A region that gets 200+ inches of snow a year does not make for an easy retirement, but they made it their home, and adopted the rugged ways of the year-rounders--and the attitudes--complaining about the "touri" (that is, you and me) and looking forward to the day in late August when they (we) would all go away and the lakes and loons would be theirs again. I still love visiting the quiet woods there, walking on the cushiony layers of spruce needles. I can hear the waves of Fourth Lake lapping at the dock as I write ...

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Andy Shorb

10:39 pm on Thursday, July 19, 2012

My mom sent me this article this morning. The Adirondacks truly are a magical place that hold a place very near and dear to my heart. I have climbed the 46 High Peaks of the Adirondacks and they are a part of who I am. If you have never been there before, it is hard to explain just how special of a place it is. One trip is all it takes and the mountains will pull at you for the rest of your life. When I'm asked if I could go anywhere, where would it be? I don't have to think twice....Lake Placid. This article is very timely as just this past weekend I was pondering a move to the Adirondacks with my family....actually to one of the places pictured. The Adirondak Loj at Heart Lake. Unfortunately, the timing is just not right at this time, but I assure you, if I had moved there it would be a privelige everyday to live in such a special place!

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Polly Beste

8:24 am on Friday, July 20, 2012

I'm on my way up to the Saranac Lake region on Sunday and I cannot wait! Thanks for reminding me of why I love it up there so and whetting my apetetite for the wind in the pines and the call of the loons.

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Andy Shorb

9:02 am on Friday, July 20, 2012

Don't forget to avoid the Lake Placid area on Sunday! It's the day of the Ironman triathlon.

Margie Peterson

8:57 am on Friday, July 20, 2012

I appreciate all of you are sharing your Adirondack memories. I've recommended the mountains to friends who have a six-year-old daughter. My kids are much older now so I'm wondering, is there a particular area or town that might be a good place for that family's first trip up there? A place with lots to do for young kids?

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Andy Shorb

9:05 am on Friday, July 20, 2012

Lake Placid is pretty ideal. There is just so much to do and see. There are the Olympic attractions, there's the Wild Center in Tupper Lake which kids just love, there's the Whiteface Memorial Highway for those who want to get to the top of the mountain the easy way and of course the hiking and outdoor activities are endless. I have been taking my kids since they were infants and they love it.

Jonathan Gerard

3:38 pm on Friday, July 20, 2012

John Brown's body (of Civil War fame) lies under a stone marker on the outskirts of the village of Lake Placid.

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David Haines

4:25 pm on Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Thanks for including my loon photo! I took it in the Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness near the Minnesota/Canada boarder and wrote about the entire trip in a blog post at http://www.photosbyhaines.com/2012/02/travel-davids-2011-bwca-solo/

I enjoyed reading your article as well!

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