You always remember your first love. That feeling when you place your eyes on that special someone for the first time…a million beautiful thoughts come into your mind…everything is fresh, and new…an adventure. I’d seen great sights before, handsome faces, pretty ladies…but nothing has ever compared to the moment when I first laid eyes on Lake George. Nestled in the Adirondacks… we met on a crisp Saturday afternoon in March of 1998. I was twelve. The water was choppy; very few boats out that day…but the most spectacular scene I had ever seen. I knew instantly that I was committed.
The summer of 1998 marked a new, (and huge) chapter in my life. I relocated to the Capital District with my mother from the suburbs of Philadelphia, and the first order of business once I arrived was to get straight to Lake George. I spent 4 weeks on the Lake. I sailed. I swam. I canoed. I kayaked. I went tubing. I sat on the dock… I jumped off the dock. I watched the sunrise on the iced over water in January. I sang in an Adirondack Chair by a fire-pit .. I hiked up to the tops of mountain to get an arial perspective. Love grew. There was truly something indescribable about the feeling I receive from being on the waters of Lake George, or waking up in the woods of the Adirondack Park.
Those 4 weeks in the summer grew over the years to 6 weeks…to 8 weeks… and sometimes 10 weeks. I couldn’t stay away. I owe much of who I am today to my first love. If it wasn’t for Lake George, I don’t think I would have found Saratoga Springs, or have a true understanding and appreciation of what one area can offer.