It was clear I was in the Adirondacks when I went to the sidewalk sale at Indian Lake. There was the feel of poverty, of the hard nature of life in the Adirondacks, of an economy in which people were selling just about anything they could carry to the sidewalk. There were deerheads, bottles, old signs, rifles all kinds of homemade food. I had the sense of a  strong community, of a poor place of a unique and isolated and harsh place.