Good morning! Vacations are fun, but it’s always nice to go home again, even if you do get buried in tons of laundry. This year, we made a different choice about our camping vacation. We booked our standard 14 days, but gave five of them to our daughter and her family while we took a few mini-vacations of our own. One of the three special places we visited was an old favorite haunt, Lake Placid, New York, and I made a point of asking my hubby to stop and let me take pictures of a small stream I used as a setting for a scene in The White Carnation, Book One of the Harvester Series, later called The Harvester Saga when it came out in a bundle.
Lake Placid featured prominently in that book, both as a hideaway from whoever was out to get Faye, but also as the place where Rob and Faye rekindled their romance.
Here is the excerpt from the novel.
Rob signaled and got off the road at a designated lookout point. They were east of a small bridge over a fast-moving stream. The water gurgled and splashed over huge chunks of igneous rocks on the stream’s bottom, bubbling and roiling as it raced along in a swift current.
Faye leaned against him, threading her arm through his. He could smell the pine trees, a scent he always associated with the fresh air.
“It smells like Christmas here—like it did when I was young and we had a real tree each year.” There was a sadness and longing in her voice he hadn’t noticed before. “It’s peaceful, too. We’re right next to the road, and yet, I can hear everything clearly. It’s as if the water is singing. You can almost make out a tune in your head. Thank you so much for showing me this.” She reached up and kissed his cheek, bringing heat to his entire body. “You know, despite the circumstances, I’m glad we have the chance to be friends again.”
It was like having a pail of cold water dumped on him. “Just friends, Faye? I think we’ve established that we’re more than friends.”
“Have we?” She moved away from him. “I’m glad Dr. Chong suggested we hide up here.”
He wouldn’t press the issue. She might have only wanted a romp in the hay, but he wanted more—how much more, he wasn’t sure, but if they could clear up the mess from last year, they might have a chance. They had great chemistry. It was a place to start.
“So am I. My parents came up here every year. My dad loved fly fishing, and Mom was a landscape artist. She didn’t make a fortune, but she sold a few pieces now and then. I have some in storage. Remind me to show you them sometime.”
“Isn’t there a joke about a guy wanting to show a girl his etchings?” She giggled nervously, and he could tell she was trying to lighten the mood.
He chuckled. “There might be. Much as I’d like to keep playing tourist, the post office closes at five. Trevor sent our package express—that should give the U.S. Postal Service a reason for improved efficiency. Come on.” He took her hand and led her back to the car.
You can find The White Carnation at many retailers including Amazon.
Hope you have a delightful weekend.