Anyway, when I was younger, and still living on Long Island, New York, every summer, I would go with my best friend Vikki, to her grandfathers cabin in the Adirondack mountains.  To this day, we both agree it was the highlight and best part of our childhood.  There was no plumbing, no electricity but gas lamps and a big fireplace.  The things I remember most were the astounding amount of stars in the night sky - it was like a sea of billions of diamonds, twinkling and sparkling in quiet beauty.  And the bats at the close of dusk, darting here and there, wild and free in the pine forests, the sound of the faraway Loon, and of course, the peace - the peace that God's creation communicates to you when you are alone with Him and His Art.  On those trips, we sat in the back of her grandpa's Suburban, listening to Merle Haggard, Patsy Cline, Tammy Wynette as he drove past the beaches, past Manhattan, past the Hudson area, the Catskills, and up into the Adirondack wilderness, near Saranac Lake.  Forever grateful for those experiences.