Last week I had the pleasure of reading at Cayuga Community College in Auburn, NY, so I was back in the heart of the Finger Lakes. I graduated from Cayuga before I went on to study at Colgate University, and I was editor of the yearbook in my second year. It was so interesting to go through and see all the changes that have happened over the years. People were complaining about the spike in gas prices back then, too-they had just spiked to 61 cents a gallon!
As always, it was beautiful there, though the weather was bad last week, with many tornado watches, thunderstorms, and torrential rains. The lakes are nearing record levels. Yet the forsythia was blooming and the daffodils were up, and just in the few days I was there I watched the trees go from bare to feathery green.
This beauty is what I carry with me from the area, and one of the pleasures of writing The Lake of Dreams was setting the book in this area that I know so well, and love. The area was named because the eleven parallel lakes are long and narrow and very deep, formed as the glaciers retreated, digging out ancient river beds. From the air it looks as if a giant hand has pressed itself into the earth. The town of The Lake of Dreams is fictional, completely imagined, but woven with from my perceptions of all the lakes over the years.