Every morning, sometime between 6:30 and 7, I depart whichever home is serving as my current residence: hiking shoes on feet, pedometer at my hip. If I’m going to walk 490 miles across Spain in September, it’s time to get practicing.
This morning, I walked down to a fog-covered Schroon Lake with Michael and my father, up past the boathouse, and then parted ways with them: they headed to Stewart’s for the morning coffee klatsch, I went off with a goal to walk more miles than I did yesterday.
Yesterday, I got distracted. Taking pictures. So this morning I did not slip my phone/camera into the pocket of my fleece, and was thus able to reach my goal.
In case you missed it, let me repeat: I had to wear fleece this morning. It’s June 20th. It was 47 degrees.
It certainly looks like summer here.
Perhaps the universe is just trying to help me out. Cool mornings are better for walking than warm, muggy ones. Or maybe I’m just asking too much. After all, summer doesn’t officially begin until tomorrow.
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How beautiful. Makes me long for your NY lake. Here it is already warm and muggy and will be hot today as it has been for over a week. I am staying inside. So glad you are back to your blog. I’ve missed you.
Love the lake and its peacefulness……..hi to the family from…moi