Lucky enough to tag along to the Annual Dewey Gold Country Trip, Nathalie and I quickly fell in love with Murphys. The town had it all--an outstanding watering hole (The Murphys Hotel), a Main Street full of classic cars and plenty of Chuck Dewey martinis.
After enduring months of Brett Dewey talking up his magic fishing hole, it was almost a guarantee that the trout weren't going to be biting any fly that was tossed their direction. Good thing the beer was cold and the river was still picturesque.
Next year's trip is already on the calendar...
Honnedaga Lake is a place that we all hold very close to our hearts. As a kid, it was our ticket to a virtually untouched wilderness without boundaries. We were free to explore and let the woods absorb all the youthful energy we had to offer. As an adult, not much has changed. The lake is still an escape and its natural beauty and tranquility are unmatched. It runs so deep in family history and traditions that it's appreciated beyond words.
This year, the lake added a new memory. Brett proposed to Morgan during a late night canoe paddle under the stars on Jones Lake. The still silence of the Adirondacks was briefly broken as Brett yelled from the middle of the lake, "She said YES!". I couldn't be happier for my cousin and selfishly am pleased to add one of my best friends to the family.
We also managed to find and enjoy some of Mexico's fine coastal cervezas. In the states these large bottles are often refered to as 40s, but our friendly neighbors to the south call these bad boys Ballenas (whales).