I've named this bowl after Baldy Mountain, a very special place in the Adirondack Mountains.
The trail goes up the left side. It's steep! . . . Off the right side, there's a long gentle slope that leads down to the lake. The glacier came up over the top of it, from left to right, and tore boulders off the top and rolled them down into a heap. Those boulders are still there today, at least the ones that were too big for us as kids to roll down the mountain!
The trail goes up the left side. It's steep! . . . Off the right side, there's a long gentle slope that leads down to the lake. The glacier came up over the top of it, from left to right, and tore boulders off the top and rolled them down into a heap. Those boulders are still there today, at least the ones that were too big for us as kids to roll down the mountain!
Baldy Mountain's not bald, though it used to be. There was a fire there years ago, and blueberries grew on top. My relatives used to go there to pick the berries.
Baldy Mountain's not even really a mountain. It's more of a hill, with a dramatic view of a beautiful lake.
You get winded climbing it though.
I'm going to hang onto this bowl until I can take it to the top, . . and drink a cup of tea.
