Over the Memorial Day weekend, my husband and I drove to the Ausable Club, one of our favorite places in the world. We've been Ausable Club members for eons and love the fact that it feels like summer camp for grownups. It's rough-hewn because that's the way it was built a hundred years ago, not because someone from a "staging company" bought artifacts to strew around in the lobby and make it feel that way. It's named after the Ausable River, one of several beautiful rivers in the Adirondacks, and many of the Adirondack peaks are accessible only through the Club grounds (the Club gives a perennial license to the public to hike through Club property in order to reach those peaks).
The weather is changeable in the Adirondacks. But this past weekend set a record. It rained for the first three of the four days we were there. Steadily. Night and day. Finally, on the second day, we decided to hike through the rain to the Upper Lake and catch the view there. The river streams were rushing wildly, some threatening to overflow their banks. It was wild. And wonderful.
At one point during the hike, we saw a car on the road below with skis on its ski rack. We mused as to whether it was laziness that these people had failed to take their skis off the car in near-summer weather, or whether they knew something we didn't.
Turned out it was the latter. While it was raining at the Club, it was snowing up in the Adirondack range. In fact, when we returned to the Club that afternoon we saw what looked like blizzard activity high in the peaks surrounding the Club. What we didn't know until the next day is that there was over 36 inches of snow at Whiteface Mountain, just 40 minutes further north from us. And those people in the van with the skis were on their way there. We're told the skiing was terrific!
So here is a view of the highway leading to Whiteface Mountain last Saturday.
Now, I mentioned the weather in the Adirondacks is changeable. How about this view yesterday, Memorial Day. This is the Club grounds, which were glorious. Not a cloud in the sky, beautiful weather to play golf and a view of snow on the mountains above.
Here I am on the golf course, blaming all my bad putts on my being distracted by the views. And by the conversation about the views.