Nature sailing: fun on the water |  Opinion

Nature sailing: fun on the water | Opinion

It was a hot summer. I don’t think anyone can deny that. For me, many days were too hot for long walks. An early morning paddle is exactly what the doctor ordered. Personally, I love making paddles that I’ve never done before, plus I love the rings. Wind wasn’t supposed to be a big factor on this day, so I decided to get the St. Regis Lakes ring. Shoutout to my friends Wendy Patonoff and Tracy Orkin, and they were inside.

We chose to start our day in the main car park of Mount St. Regis. This way we would have a ½ mile load under our belts while we were still in good shape. We stuck firmly on our backs and our lightweight boats overhead, as we walked down the path past the trail to Mount St. Regis. We quickly turned left and entered the woods. Note that the trail does not have a large sign but it is there. It was a bit of a climb before we hit the North Bay of Upper St. Regis Lake, so my breathing settled where the chatter left off.

Entry is easy and clear. There was a nice clearing to organize our gear as this is the only transfer until the end of our day. Within minutes, we were gliding along crystal clear water with mirror-like reflections. I felt like this part of our trip was too far away. Beautiful color swam in front of us only to dive below the surface. Loons have been known to dive from the surface to a depth of up to 200 feet.

It is considered Upper St. Regis is home to many quaint old summer cottages and great majestic campgrounds. We were amazed when we rowed next to the boat house at Camp Tobridge. In 1920, the camp was purchased by Majorie Meriwether Post, founder of General Foods. Not a day goes by when I eat my oats after honey I won’t think of them at Tobridge Camp. At one camp, a group participated in a yoga class. It seemed very peaceful. The structure of the buildings was at the top of the alley where the pure Adirondacks were. One looked like a cute fairy hut.

We had no problem figuring out the channel for Spitfire Lake, our next destination. I was eager to see Rabbit Island, which I read about.

Upon entering the lake, the island was right in front of us. In 1886, Dr. E.L. Trudeau devised an experiment in which he infected a number of rabbits with tubercle bacillus, then enclosed half of the infected animals, along with a control group of healthy rabbits, and gave them little food, sunlight, fresh air, and exercise. . The rest of the infected rabbits were released on the small island (now called Rabbit Island). Here they ran freely in the fresh air with plenty of food and water.

The infected rabbits that were confined all contracted tuberculosis and died, but the healthier rabbits failed to thrive in confinement; They did not get tuberculosis. All the rabbits on the island thrived, despite being infected.

Dr. Trudeau concluded that fresh air, good food, adequate rest and moderate exercise can slow or stop the progression of tuberculosis. A plaque at the edge of the island commemorates Trudeau’s work.

Spitfire is a small lake and soon we were in the channel that would take us to Lower St. Regis Lake. It was a nice, quiet paddle with a return to nature. We took our time, enjoyed our surroundings as we passed a large beaver lodge and made our way through several lily pads.

From afar, we spotted Paul Smith College in Lower Lake. Now, we were ready to go out and stretch our legs as well as have some lunch. Our boats turned toward Pete’s Rock as the college tends to. Oh, I was so relieved to get out of my little boat. What a beautiful spot where you can walk on the “rock” that descends into the warm water. The picnic table where we ate our food was a nice touch. These words are engraved on the basis: “Built in memory of friends who loved and lost. 2005 “. it’s nice feeling. We spent some time here just to share stories and enjoy the beautiful view.

Back in our boats, we rode the St. Regis River. Knowing that this was the last leg of our trip, we took our time. In no time at all, you could hear water dripping over the dam, so we knew we were nearing the end of our adventure. From the outside, it was a very short load. Back in my car, I checked my tracking which showed we had paddled 7.7 miles away.

With the day of kayaking behind us, I can’t help but think how grateful I am to live in such a beautiful part of this big and vast world and to have such wonderful friends to share it with. Happy paths.

live in Peru joan kennedy He is a photographer and writer who can be found exploring the many lakes and mountains in the Adirondacks or other wilderness areas. She enjoys sharing the unique places she visits in the natural world with her readers. You can reach her at [email protected]

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