A little piece of granite heaven
Utica reservoir.
This is where we have been coming as a group of family and friends for close to 15 years. The lake was covered with snow on my first trip to Utica. My son wandered off in search of a missing dog. We found him crouched under a log, crying that the dog ( a husky) had ‘gone back to the wolves’.
Since then, we spend summer evenings on the rocks sipping vodka tonics with friends. Evenings in the Airstreams playing cards or debating the political future of the country.
I may have just returned, but its time to go back.
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