As I was beginning to write this post, I was talking to Ian about explaining the facts versus feelings of a place that one visits. I could tell you all about the Finger Lakes (where these photos took place) about its large wine region, about how there are thirteen lakes altogether, about my discovery of Wegmans.
But, what I loved most about this charming little place, is, well, the history; about Ian's childhood spent here, about Ian's Mother's childhood spent here. All of the little quirks, the hand-me-downs, the memories, the feelings.
Families spent summers here, kids grew up together. It was like a very dreamy movie.... or like listening to one of those "coming of age" stories where you really fall in love with the main character.
It seems though- that every time they visit the cabin, nestled on the banks of Canandaigua, more of those memories are made. And this time, I made some memories of my own. We paid visit to old traditions like the roast beef dinner served by the Middlesex Fire Department and hiking up Bare Hill to watch the Ring of Fire, a Seneca Indian custom. We drank more wine than I could have possibly imagined while learning all about the up-and-coming New York wine regions they were grown in. We visited Spook Hill and ate the most delicious frozen custard. I watched a three year old eat his first s'more.
I'm telling you, it was magic.
and until next summer, where more memories and feelings and magic can be made... you can find me, staring at these:
