The Roving Home has lived up to its name lately, roving here and there, but mostly there, setting up a household in the woods of the Adirondacks for several days. Civilization was close at hand, with forays into Lake Placid and Saranac Lake, where a vintage shop called Upscale Resale was discovered. This shop defines eccentricity, every corner packed with fascinating bits of the past and none of it priced. It was either all wildly cheap or wildly expensive. Either way I was too overwhelmed to ask, although now that I’ve moved on I’m sorry I didn’t.
Camping for several days is a funny thing, in the sense that rusticity is easily redefined. By the second day being in possession of a chair that is not a stump and a hot meal prepared over open flames seem like the greatest of luxuries and you feel very grateful to have either or both. Maybe that is why we camp in the 21st century, to remind ourselves that being at home, that making a home, is relative. It turns out that you don’t need a complex, heavily-engineered environment to feel comfortable, in a basic sort of way. And in this time of talk of debt ceilings and credit ratings, living according to the basics just might be the new norm.