Since many years ago when I spent a day poking around the ghost town of Tahawus near Newcomb, I've felt the desire to go back to Newcomb to paddle, but have never done so. Finally, on a spur of the moment, early one Saturday morning a couple of weeks ago, my husband and I decided to strap the kayaks on the car and take off for a day of Adirondack paddling. It was a spectacular clear and hot day, perfect for paddling in the Adirondacks. Did I mention it was dead calm as well? Even more perfect!