I Never Want to Leave Here

 

The little town of Inksville, NY is virtually invisible. It is not on Google maps either. Nestled between Scottsville, NY and Old Engle’s, NY this town is charming with plenty of things to do.  

Seasonal joys like apple festivals, antique car shows, parades, mountain views and plenty of nature walks to help disconnect from the world.  
Tucked away are fishing holes, cascading waterfalls, hiking trails, corn mazes and just born pumpkins.  

My friends and I would go there every summer for one week, as nature lovers Inksville was home.  

I would steal time away from the group and sip tea on the wrap around porch of our rented cabin. Wind gently moving through the summer canopy was hypnotizing. The mountains were just visible through the lush trees. I became grounded and centered and alive with the energy that Mother Nature provided. I never want to leave here. Never.   
Without telling anyone I rented the same cabin in the winter. The mountains were iced over and bone white. The sky was a piercing blue. Christmas decorated the entire nearby town.  

It was too cold to go hiking or fishing but driving the scenic route worked perfectly. Tall, slender trees, seemingly uninhabited woods, extremely remote forests and an occasional baby bear.   

Up and down the roads etched into the side of the local mountain was enough to remind me that I never want to leave here. Never.  
I would miss the pine trees and hooting owls and wolverines carrying goat heads. Shelters cleverly created by the creatures living there. Deer so brave that they are not disturbed by my presence. 

I can think clearly here, I am in the presence of the supernatural, the woodland gods and goddesses. They bless me as I move through their world. I am always welcome to stay, they like the company. 

As I pack to leave and go back to m

y regular routine, I am sad and am reminded that I never want to leave here. Never.   
I will remember this place that is always beautiful and odd and sublime and rugged.  
I will come back as often as I can and take pictures and I will recall in my mind’s eye Inksville, NY. I will come back again, as long as I can. Always.

Georgia P.