This week's post is the nexus of two of my loves but is only indirectly related to either of them. One of these is the
Adirondacks and the other is
Rush.
North of Quebec City you will find the
Laurentian Mountains, which share types of rocks and geologic history with the
Adirondacks. The Adirondacks are often mistakenly associated with the
Appalachian Mountains as they appear to form the central northern continuation of these. But geologically speaking, the Adirondacks are actually the southernmost extension of the Laurentians. Both share a history that goes back anywhere between 500 million and a billion years.
I just found a really good blog post about the geologic makeup of the Adirondacks at "
Written In Stone … Seen through my lens." There you can find a much more detailed and scientific examination of the region's geology. I "borrowed" the next image from that blog. In it you will see the green highlighted area which encompasses both the Adirondacks and the Laurentians.
My attention was drawn to the Laurentians this past week by
Neil Peart, the lyricist and drummer of my longstanding favorite band
Rush, thus my second indirect reference. Peart has maintained a vacation home in the Laurentians for many years and wrote about it in his
most recent blog entry, titled "Science Island." Before I even got into the text of his story, I was immediately struck by the pictures he posted which for me have a lot of connective tissue with the Adirondacks. A typical characteristic for me is this juxtaposition of trees and rocks. Getting into his story, I sense this vibe of rejuvenation, recreation and harmony with nature which also mentally places me in a familiar scene in the Adirondacks.
I think that Peart is much more eloquent in describing "his" Laurentians than I am at describing "my" Adirondacks, so I would like to share two excerpts from his post that could have been just as fittingly written in and about the Adirondacks, even describing the sights and sounds on
Osgood Pond, home to
White Pine Camp.
Two things in particular that Peart mentions are "erratics," and loons. Here are excerpts from his blog about each.
About the "erratic block:"
Near the wooded, boulder-studded shores of those four islands, a few tiny islets of rock stand above the water here and there. One of them has a steep cliff into deep water that was always fun for a gang of us to jump off of. Twenty-four years ago just one solitary fir tree grew on its crown, so it became known as l’Île de Noël. (Christmas tree, see.) One neighboring couple told me that in the early years, before there were many houses, an unnamed couple once made the beast with two backs there. So they called it l’Île d’Amour. A large granite stone, an “erratic block” (meaning dropped by a retreating glacier), on top of it suggested the shape of an eagle’s head to this bird-brain, so our family called it Eagle Rock. With a young boy’s natural reductiveness, Brutus’s son Sam called it Rock-on-Top-of-Rock.
About the beloved loons:
One of the oft-celebrated delights of northern lakes is the calls of loons. In our area, each lake has a resident pair that returns year after year. Their vocal tremolos are familiar in movie and TV soundtracks, and even in pop music. (…) Their various songs are eerie, unearthly, and endlessly haunting, especially on moonlit nights, when they can fish and move around the lake, calling to each other. Olivia and I had been seeing “our” pair of loons often, with their new baby chick. That is always an exciting event on the lake, because loon nests often fail due to a rising or falling waterline, or predators.
Most birds have hollow bones, but those of loons, one of the most ancient of species, are solid and heavy. That weight is helpful for diving deep in search of fishy food, but not for getting airborne—loons require a long laborious taxi across the water. Their feet are far back on their bodies, likewise good for swimming underwater (they also use their wings), but they cannot walk. The nest has to be right at the water’s edge, where they can push themselves onto it. If the water falls, they won’t be able to get to the nest; if it rises, the eggs float away.
Peart's discussion about loons and geology goes into further detail and is a great read, I highly recommend his entire
blog post.
He also discusses different forms of recreation at his vacation spot, including rowing - another excellent outdoor activity which can be enjoyed at
White Pine Camp.
I don't want to get too off topic, but there are a few details you should know to make some sense of some of the references in Peart's
blog post. Peart tragically lost his first daughter, Selena, in a car crash. Then his wife became ill and died of cancer. The band of course was on indefinite hiatus after these twin tragedies. Peart has since remarried, has returned to these same woods and shares them with his
wife, Carrie and their daughter Olivia. These details are loosely referenced in his
blog post.
As is characteristic of his vacation posts, he does not focus much on the "
Guys at Work," but the topic does come up as he visits
Le Studio, the now defunct recording studio where Rush recorded several of their albums, including their biggest selling album "
Moving Pictures" (1981).
I leave you with a song, "Between the Sun and Moon," with Lyrics written by Peart. I am sure that his retreat in the Laurentians inspired this song. A few more points of significance: the video below was taken from the band's first concert after returning from their hiatus, in Hartford Connecticut on June 28, 2002. The song itself however was written before Peart lost is first wife and daughter. The concert was held one day after the passing of
The Who's bassist
John Entwistle. The performance of the song is the the first time they ever played it live and is dedicated to him.
Between The Sun and Moon (1993)
There is a lake between sun and moon
Not too many know about
In the silence between whisper and shout
The space between wonder and doubt
This is a fine place
Shining face to face
Those bonfire lights in the mirror of sky
The space between wonder and why
Ahh, yes to yes to ahh, ahh to yes
Why the sun?
Why the sun?
There is a fine line between love and illusion
A fine place to penetrate
The gap between actor and act
The lens between wishes and fact
This is a fine place
To hesitate
Those bonfire lights in the lake of sky
The time between wonder and why
Ahh, yes to yes to ahh, ahh to yes
Why the sun?
Why the sun?
Some need to pray to the sun at high noon
Need to howl at the midwinter moon
Reborn and baptized in a moment of grace
We just need a break
From the headlong race
This is a fine place
Shining face to face
Those bonfire lights in the mirrored sky
The space between wonder and why
Ahh, yes to yes to ahh, ahh to yes
Why the sun?
Why the sun?
