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 4/19/08 Lake Temp. 46 F. Ghetto temp. 66 F. and dropping. Island tmp. 62 F. Yesterday's L/H: 50/67.5 F. Current conditions: A few clouds and some light haze, moonlit night, wind from the South, 5 to 10 mph, occasionally gusting to 15/20
Yet again a calm day on the Lake, mostly dry, little to no humidity, but there was a slight touch of haze from the heat of the Sun. While out and about on the Island the Caretaker saw a bat flying around a couple times during the day. Hopefully the bat was just disturbed from its resting place and not rabid, it didn't appear to by flying anymore or less erratically than would be expected of a bat trying to fly in day light hours.
In the evening the Caretaker, while walking the Island, heard a distinct buzzing, he looked up and saw a huge herd of May Flies, what their particular breed was the Caretaker couldn't say, but he sure did hear them.
Come nightfall the wind began to pickup from the South, it couldn't have come too soon, the air in the Lake George Basin needed to be changed out. Not that the Caretaker helped this, given the strength of the wind the Caretaker did not hesitate to get some burning done. In fact given the total lack of wind the Caretaker didn't want to waste the opportunity so he stayed up late feeding pine needles, dead branches, and wood chips into the fire as it was fanned by the Southern wind. Eventually he got tired, so he went to sleep, however there is still plenty more to burn off. Too bad the Caretaker doesn't have any tree taps, with all the burning that needs to be done if he had some Maple sap he could boil it down to syrup. Oh well.