Flying at the end of summer
If we could fly like a bird we'd be closer to God.
This is the view of Lake Placid from near the peak of Whiteface Mt., deep in the Adirondack mountains of upstate NY. When I was learning to fly in Lake Placid I felt God had given me a wonderful gift. I still do. The end of summer is in sight in these parts. When you live there you appreciate every single summer day.
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