I recently moved to Brooklyn from Connecticut. It was a big life change and in the process, I missed the chance to do something special with my mom on Mothers Day. This past weekend, I rectified that, telling her we were going to see a secret wonder upstate.
We headed up together on Saturday to the central Adirondacks. After a beautiful drive up the Taconic Parkway we made our way to North Creek, NY. We pulled in to the center of town at around 6pm and headed down past the oversized blue Adirondack chair to check in with our rafting company.
I don’t love to ski. I don’t see the first snowflake as something out of a magical Disney movie. I dislike being cold, and would rather be wrap in a blanket with a mug of cocoa, next to a roaring fire. Skiing isn’t my passion, but I do it. I trudge through snow in clunky boots that weigh me down.
