It’s a Friday morning. Late September. In North Country. Not just “North County.” High Peaks, North Country. Which means the colors of Fall are starting to roll across the mountains. The landscape at 2,000’ is suddenly more textured. More layered. More revealing of the majesty of this land where six million acres of wilderness will soon enough snuggle into its 152,000 full-time residents for winter snowstorms, sports, and hot chocolates. But now? Now, the upper sash are open, laundry will dry crisp outside, and the birds are all still here - as far as I can tell - save the tiny hummingbirds and the butterflies and moths, who have already started their journeys south.

It all begins with an idea.

It all begins with an idea.

It all begins with an idea.