Nine Corners Lake Camping Weekend

Last fall, Jon and I found a quiet, little oasis as we crossed over into the Adirondack park region.  It was a "local" spot, that seemingly turned out to be not all the "quiet" in the long run, but we fell in love.  There was a big island rock in the middle of the lake great for rock jumping and lay-out practices, there was a rope-swing, bouldering and some spectacular sunsets (still not quite a Telluride sunset).  We loved it, so this year we decided to bring some friends to enjoy the local flavor.

First Rule of Camping: Look as ridiculous as possible!

The trip itself was a fantastic success.  Laura, Leah and I went up early.  The gents had spent the morning playing a round of 2-vs-2 golf (read: drinking in polo's with clubs) while we lugged up coolers a mile up-hill,  got stuck in calf-deep mud, set-up tents and collected the most impressive pile of fire wood (Ok, we had some help with the last part). We cooked a gourmet meal and spent a good amount of time trying to find Leah's Hurley sandle that is inevitably resting in peace in the murky depths of 9-Corners Lake.  It got suctioned off her foot about .00456 seconds after venturing into the Lake for a post-hike dip.  While unfortunate that this sandle met its demise during this escapade, I do believe I have convinced her about the need for Chacos.  I think I've converted another into a believer!

It took them a while to ease into the water.

At about 9pm, Derek and Jess joined us for the evening with a late-night hike into our camping spot.  They crossed the perilous rock scramble bridge in the dark which was quite impressive.  We spent the next morning climbing on some boulders, cliff jumping, rope swinging, frisbee diving and eating enormous burgers at the local diner right after we hiked out.  All-in-all, with exception of some unsavory characters at the beginning of the evening, it was a spectacular way to begin the summer!