I’d certainly heard of the Adirondacks, and love their namesake chairs. Neither Kate nor I had been there, but it seemed like the place to go in New York (when you’ve got two pets in an RV and no money for Broadway shows). We randomly chose a road into the huge park and stopped at the first state park campground we saw: Lewey Lake Campground. There were no hookups, but it was cool enough to get by without air conditioning.
This was an idyllic little campground. A sandy beach on the lake, well-spaced sites on the woodsy shoreline, canoes and kayaks for rent. All run by a friendly guy named Gary who lives in a ranger cabin by the gate. The lakeside sites were all taken when we arrived, but we got a spacious private site just steps away from the lake.
The next morning, we managed to get into a spot right on the canal between Lewey Lake and Indian Lake, with our own little sandy beach. This made a world of difference for us, since dogs aren’t allowed on the public beach. Bailey was able to fetch balls in the canal, and Gypsy was able to explore safely in her harness and leash. Not to mention the beautiful view we had from Bessie’s dash.
It was a perfectly gorgeous day, and we got out the blow-up canoe and paddled up and down the canal, then out and around the lake. We loved this place, and the people in it were all so friendly. I don’t know if motorboats aren’t allowed on the lake or if the lake is just too small for them, but there were quite a few kayakers and canoers. It was so peaceful and quiet. I think this was my favorite camping spot so far this year.
We’ve had few campfires on this trip, but this was a perfect setting for one. We cooked hamburgers over the flames and roasted potatoes and asparagus in the coals. Our site was so large and private, and the night so warm and soft, cicadas singing in the trees, sliver moon rising. It almost made me want to get out the hammocks and sleep outside.
I would have loved to stay in this place for longer, but our ideal site was reserved the next day. So we packed up and headed out, unsure of our next destination.