One Caretaker's story of living (mostly) in solitude on a private Island on Lake George in Upstate New York, as told through daily photographs and musings/ramblings (well, daily in the winter; every four days or so in the Summer and mostly just photos in the Summer).
A Very Brief Glossary: GHETTO--Name for the cabin that the Caretaker lives in, a single story structure, about 220 square feet/20.44 square meters.
Living Conditions: End of October to early May, no running water, Island population: 1. Early May to end of October, running water, Island population: ranges from 1 to 20 or so.
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The Caretaker's Concern 4/8/08 Ghetto temp. 51 F. and dropping slowly. Island tmp. 55 F. Yesterday's L/H: 30's/58 F. Current conditions: Clear night, little to no wind.
It was a mostly quiet day on the Lake today, there was a light wind at times, it moved the ice a bit, but more of it just melted from the heat of the sun. With the Lake in transition, neither ice-fishermen nor boats can utilize the Lake, at least not that easily, so the Caretaker pretty much had the Lake to himself for the entire day. Given the light to no wind for much of the day, it was a rather relaxing day, much of the Caretaker's time was spent raking and burning.
The Caretaker needed something from his car over on the mainland so he hopped in the canoe and went for a night time paddle. The water was perfectly flat, the reflection of the stars on the water was an almost perfect image. Without paying attention one could almost lose track of which way was up and which way was down. The sky clear, the water flat, stars seemed to shimmer from all around. The Moon provided pleasant company amongst the stars, a waxing thumbnail, reflecting enough light to be seen, but not so much to shadow the stars. A Moon just right, it socialized well with the stars, mingling amongst them all through the night. Not so noisy to be rude, nor too quiet to be missed, a pleasant night time guest.