FEAR NOT
Every summer my family spends time in the Adirondacks, in upstate New York. I love it, yet memories of my first visit to this million-acre state park remind me of my initial unease there. My parents had just sold our place on Indiana’s Lake Wawasee after three generations. I thought that was my favorite place, my summer escape. Rather than resting on tradition, my father, troubled by loud racing boats and fumes of fuel, realized there were still places that remained quiet, much like Wawasee had been when our family first settled there. I resisted the breaking of tradition, and I was determined not to like it. But by the end of a week in the Adirondacks, I discovered something about it, and about my own heart, that resulted in my…
