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 4/13/08 Lake Temp. 37 F. Ghetto temp. 43 F. and dropping. Island tmp. 40 F. Yesterday's L/H: 39/60 F. Current conditions: Mostly cloudy, North wind, 5 to 10 mph.
It has been a rather blustery day, the wind started out coming from the South, then it shifted to the East, eventually shifting to the North. It snowed for a little while in the morning, but there was no accumulation. The Lake is continuing to rise, with the wave action some water splashed up through the dock at the back of the boathouse. So far the tin-boat is still secure, but the Caretaker will be keeping it in the back of his mind so he can be ready to keep it from floating away.
The Lake is at a height were the Boathouse starts to keep rhythm. The boathouse docks have some open ended steel beams in them that when the water gets high enough and with the right amount of wave action, the covering and uncovering of the ends with water creates a sound sort of like the sound of a rototom that is being turned when hit, it is a deep slow sound that follows the random rhythm of the waves on the Lake. If the Caretaker had the time, he would have spent some of it meditating on the sound, perhaps next time.