As I retired, we were seeking a place that would reflect on all that Kelly and I have done together. We are very hands on, she with the talent and eye for color, decorating. Me, with a keen eye for her fine work and a relentless work ethic. The first time on this lake, within 5 minutes, we both knew we had to be here. Thus began the search for a small parcel on the water that we could rehab or develop in our vision and with some sweat equity. A lot of our decor was assembled with a nod to the past. Our mantels we reclaimed from a torn down dairy barn. The canoe in our 4 season room comes with a story of a marine, the brutality of war and the forgiveness and healing of a life in nature. Our table is a nod to the creative work and ethic of Amish craftsmen. Our fireplaces handset by true artists with local stone. Our little piece of land, lol dwarfed by the expanse of the historical great camps that still dot the region, but nonetheless, our access to a majestic body of water. A bit reminiscent of Lake George, without all the buzz and traffic of that magnificent lake. Our “pie shaped parcel” is indeed, our slice of heaven and we were blessed to be in the right place, at the right time. Our sunrise and sunset reminds me every day how precious this little dot of earth is. We benefitted greatly from the work of a skilled architect, a builder who has his DNA imbedded amongst most all the noble camps on Bartlett Carry. Lastly, a crew of true craftsmen who built this place from the foundation up, as a team, collectively delivering a camp we still can’t believe is ours. There certainly are more grander sites, with rolling acres and Thousands of sqft of Adirondack grandeur. I dare say, none though diminishes our spot, our place as the Summer Breeze Lodge, unique and proud in its own way, on its very spot.