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A Change of Scenery


Thompson Park

While the weather in Upstate New York this Autumn hasn’t been remarkable, we did manage to get out this past week on some of the more glamourous days to catch sight of the foliage before it all blew off the trees. Here are some of our favorite shots:

TreeQueen Ann's LaceAutumn In DexterLeaves2MaxfieldSquirrelLeavesMagicFall In DexterField of DreamsLeaves In DexterFrost Part 2YellowJapanese SunsetCrowsDexterFrostBrilliance





The Best Of The Rest


Fireflies at twilight

For every post on I Love Upstate, there are at least a thousand photographs that don’t ever get viewed by any one but us. Since we have collected so many, we decided to share some of our most favorite miscellaneous shots from the past two months. From experimenting with extended exposures to jumping out of the car to get a shot from the side of the road, these shots show what we are doing when we aren’t exploring new territory. We hope you enjoy them!


The Black River


Henderson Harbor


Henderson Harbor at sunset 



Two feral kittens play in the sunshine.


A white rose blooms in Sandy Creek, New York


A hot air balloon rises above The Thousand Islands as we dine at the beautiful Thousand Island’s Club on Millionaires Row.


Another beautiful sunset in Upstate New York


A mound of wildflowers on a sunny day.



Twilight over Henderson Harbor as seen from Sackets Harbor in Upstate New York.


In the early hours of the morning, deer come out to play in a field in Sackets Harbor.


Payne Lake in Theresa, New York


A beautiful night for sailing in Sackets Harbor, New York




Henderson Harbor at sunset


A Thousand Islands sunset


Crossing the Thousand Islands Bridge in the evening as the sun sets on another beautiful day in Upstate New York.

Paddle Fest

Mom & I

Mom & I hanging out for a bit

Paddle Fest comes but once a year, and this year the festivities fell on Saturday, August 6th. Scott and I met my mom and her friend, Martha up in Lowville to see what the event was all about. We showed up around 9am where we received a number for the side of the boat, a card with 11 questions, and a bag with miscellaneous SWAG inside of it (like sunscreen…). Once the boats were in the water we were off on an 11.2 mile paddle down the Black River. Every mile there was an inflatable pool toy, which contained multiple choice answers to the questions on the card we were given at the start point. The questions were related to the Black River and the surrounding area.

While I am a HUGE lover of scavenger hunts and trivia, I found it nearly impossible to juggle a piece of paper and a pen while trying to keep my kayak out of the path of other rowers. My paper was soaked within the first 30 seconds of being in the kayak. I quickly abandoned the question and answer portion of Paddle Fest and began snapping photos of everything around me.


Questions were handed out at the beginning of the trip and at every mile an inflatable pool toy was anchored with a set of multiple choice answers.

The Black River is mostly surrounded by farmland which made for an interesting landscape, replete with all earthy tones you could imagine. Beautiful rolling green pastures, warm brown dirt and the cool slate blue/green waters were dotted with the candy colored kayaks everywhere you looked. The shocking pinks, brilliant oranges and neon yellows added an air of excitement to the placid scenery and made for some pretty great subject matter.

Long View

Kayaks on the Black River for Paddlefest 2011

Scottie and I sang Flogging Molly and Bob Marley songs as we paddled down the river, and met new people as they floated by. At the halfway mark, a local restaurant had set up an enormous grill and was selling pulled pork sandwiches, burgers, beverages and snacks. Scottie returned to his kayak with a predictable fist full of skittles. I was feeling pretty awesome by the time we reached the halfway point and I thought to myself, “God, this is fun! Why the hell are we only doing this once a year?”.

Middle Mark Bridge

This bridge marked the mid-way point of our trek down the river.

It was around mile 8 when I felt confident that I was ready to call it quits. I was tired and hot, my arms and hands hurt and I was no longer in the mood to sing songs or be friendly. I started swearing a lot. Scott didn’t look too thrilled either. He had blisters on his thumbs from paddling and kept muttering something about how I predictably took the “good” kayak (I totally did). Mom looked tired too. Only Martha seemed to have maintained the sunny disposition she started the trip with. By the time we reached the end, my arms and shoulders were so sore I was walking around like a T-Rex. Scottie’s thighs had been totally burnt to a crisp, which made him look completely ridiculous, however he wasn’t in the mood to be mocked, which I learned quickly.


Scottie suffered significant sun damage to his tender thighs...-50 HP!

While we waited on the shore for my dad to come and pick us up and return us to the house where hot showers, comfortable couches and dinner awaited us, we sat on the banks of the Black River and talked smack about the police who had showed up on their Jetski’s for the last 3 mile leg of the trip. Our attitudes had turned sour and stayed that way. I thought I may never smile again…or lift my arms.

The next day, I was less sore than I had anticipated but still so tired that I took a 4 hour nap in the middle of the day. Scott wasn’t in much better shape. Only Dad and our dog, Mr. Jackson (who had stayed behind for this adventure) seemed to be able to face the next day with that certain joie de vivre that weekends are made of. Perhaps this was the exact reason that Paddle Fest  is held but once a year.

Tea time

Afternoon Tea?


Rafted 5 deep

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