An Invitation to Retreat in the Adirondacks

Space in the retreat is limited, but space at the retreat will be abundant

I was four years old the first time I slept outside. The walls of the tent were burnt orange canvas and our sleeping bags were dark olive green, remnants of other family members time in the military. I remember lying there awake, the sounds of night alerting me to nocturnal life, the scent of soil and trees and campfire remnants clinging to my footie pa…