the Dragonfly with sails down, Agnes Island
Many people use sailing terms to get through hard things in life:”keep on an even keel”, “don’t rock the boat”, “stay the course” they tell themselves. I found myself doing the opposite during rough waters aboard the Dragonfly with a nervous Captain Fantastic in charge. “Deep breaths”, “this too shall pass”, etcetera. NO references to water or boats or sailing, smooth or otherwise. I was too busy gripping the sides of the boat, watching the “Lev-O-Gage” register an alarming tilt angle and planning how to keep my glasses from falling to the bottom of the lake like they did last year.
Another view of Agnes (L), one of the tiny island we could swim to from Agnes (R)
Ah, Lake George. The crystal clear water surrounded by forested mountains where surely the unicorns come to drink on occasion. It was our third time on the enchanted islands of rock and pine and our second with the little sailboat. Five of our family had only been home a few days after Pennsic and Burning Chicken, so it was with weary arms that we packed and schlepped from home to car to boat to campsite. But we were rewarded with the soft Milky Way in a clear black sky, musical crickets and breezes, and that magical water. Mr Fantastic honed his sailing skills in some rough waters and we had some easier sailing, too.
Fiercely jumping from rocks, Really with a fish
We camped this year on Agnes Island, since when we registered we were unable to get sites on Vicars Island. Agnes has only 5 sites, is closer to parts of the mainland, and in our experience is more public than Vicars. From our launch point Huletts Landing, it was about the same distance. Being closer to the mainland, Agnes seems to attract more picnickers and people who want to jump off the rocks, a bit of a drawback since we were rustic camping and sailing and not too excited to interact with speedboats and their owners. Not to say anything bad about the vacationers we met, all were quite nice and friendly and the kids even played a little, but overall I would prefer not to have the loud music and the random people dropping by, parking their kayaks a few feet from our tent. We’ll try for Vicars next time I think.
So many mushrooms! Was it due to the cooler summer weather? I had to document.
That said, we had reserved three campsites and mostly had the place to ourselves, especially late afternoon through late mornings. We explored the island, new to us, and found rocks to jump from, many mushrooms, nice swimming spots, and even a sub-island accessible by a rock ‘path’ in the water. There were also three other tiny islands within swimming distance, perfect for the kids, and us adults too. There’s nothing like swimming to a little island and feeling like an adventurous explorer, no matter what your age. The place turned out to be an excellent venue for Capture the Flag as well. We camped with three other families which meant lots of kids around and also we shared dinner cooking duties, so win-win!
walking to the sub-island, double jump off the rocks
The trip went great until my last day. This wasn’t everyone’s last day, just mine, and I had to catch a train back so I could work the next day. We had it all worked out with plenty of time to get to the Glen Falls Amtrack station, we were dropped off at the mainland, got in the car and… the back tire would not turn. After an emergency call to my dad the wise mechanic – make that remote wise mechanic since he is in Ohio – we realized our car was out of service and we were quickly running out of time to get me to the train. Mr. Fantastic got a ride from a helpful motorboat owner and went to Agnes Island and back quicker than the Dragonfly with its tiny 4 horsepower engine could go one way. We borrowed keys from one of our friends staying on the island with us and bolted off in their car. We didn’t know where we were going so we called a friend at a computer and haphazardly tried to follow their directions while driving in a big hurry. In the end, we pulled up to the station just as the train was pulling out and I ran and waved maniacally, but to no avail. I missed the train. We drove to Albany and I was able to catch a different train going my way, but not before more car drama. Our borrowed car stalled and we had to get a jump. Then 5 Fantastics were headed back to car repair and Lake George and I was headed to the city. It was a chaotic moment in an otherwise great trip!
pushing the car in the Albany Amtrack parking lot- sigh – it was a harsh jolt back to reality after the magic unicorn waters!