. . . often, in past weeks, thoughts have been drifting to the misty waters and dusky mountains of a time spent away, [not long ago], in the adirondacks, at what must certainly be one of the most romantic places in the world, lake placid lodge, where, despite having arrived very late from the city, we [p & i] were welcomed with a crackling fire and a glass of champagne . . .
. . . before retiring for the evening to one of the seventeen luxurious and private cabins at the water's edge, where a plate of fruits and cheeses and a bottle of red wine awaited, even at that very late hour of night, and spent our first evening in front of the stone fireplace . . .
[as always, so much more after the jump] x
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