Adirondack Mountains - Yaddo

Today was free to meander North through the Adirondack Mountains. First stop, Yaddo, and a stroll though the public gardens. It’s an artist's retreat now but it used to be the Trask residence and he had the gardens made as a romantic gesture toward his poet wife. Tomcat and I fell under the spell once, too.

En route to Saratoga Springs for a concert (The The and 10,000 Maniacs), we stopped

off to walk through the Yaddo gardens, which we’d heard about but never visited. Indeed they were absolutely lovely and on our way out, we had a little pas de deux in the forest. At the concert we were both fidgety on the grass until one of us admitted that our skin was on fire. We took off toward home, ripped our clothes off and discovered that we were both entirely covered with chigger bites – in places where biting should be strictly prohibited.

We were a MESS, and when Grandma asked today, “You’ve been here before, right?” I could barely look at her when I replied, “Oh yeah, baby. I’ve been here.”