As I get ready to return home from my Olympic season, thoughts of friends, experiences, and memories overwhelm me with emotion. The smallest things bring me to tears as I think of the magnitude of the life I have lived so far. The contrast of disappointment with the beauty of the life I live. Why was I so lucky to have this experience for the last 14 years of my life? I feel truly blessed. As my mind wandered I thought about home as I read Adirondack Life on the plane. I thought about how diverse the culture of the Adirondacks is and how much it still means to me after 14 years of traveling around the world. The richness of the Adirondack experience, the layered complexity of the existence. The remarkably unique behaviors of the people who live there and the activities they pursue, the opportunities for creativity that lie before them in the vast Adirondack landscape. The stories, the adventure of past years. While the Adirondacks are becoming more trendy these days as well as being outfitted with modern luxury, they are so vast that they should never lose their character. If the uniqueness of Adirondack life has given way to such a complex and interesting brand of people, I have to believe s that the richness of life all across the world goes mostly unseen if it has taken me 26 years to only scratch the surface of the Adirondack park. The little nuances of lifestyle, the stories that sprout and the culture of these places are based on the local environment, history, tradition etc. I think about how complex America must really be, how much we miss when we zoom by the freeway, when we don’t engage people, when we stop at mcdonalds instead of the local diner. The world is a very rich tapestry with layers of color and complexity and this seems to be why I have been so drawn to exploring it, as well as blessed to have the opportunity to do so.