Walking among Adirondack pines, I can not help but feel I’m in my “happy place”. The fragrant smells as you brush pine trees, the chirping of bird (which I can never find), and the sunlight that manages to break through the towering trees to reach the floor of the woods fills me with gratefulness. Looking straight up through the trees is its own experience-almost dizzying. As a kid, I remember going on a few hikes. We would fill a canteen and wear it around our neck. My father could identify every tree. He would pick up a rock and tell you the geological formation from which it originated. He could hear a bird and identify it’s call, if heard only once. He is pretty much a walking Almanac of information. It’s sad that the things so available in nature aren’t shared as much as they used to be. Now, we hike with our phones. I am guilty as charged-for without my phone, I wouldn’t have taken this photo. A short walk on Hammond Pond trail yielded the most amazing views…especially up.