I have arrived in the Adirondack Mountains, the place where I feel the powerful pull of the woods, where my legs ache and my heart pounds and where I want to be. The exhausting climbs and the freezing plunge of the river waters. The early morning coffee and the rocking chair on the porch, while watching the hikers stream by. The smells, oh heavens the smells, the sweet drift of something woodsy I can't quite identify. I love everything about this place; it lives deep in my soul.
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