Smoke in the sky got me feelin’ so blue / burnin’ down the city while I’m here with you

The first sunset you experience at Conesus Lake will catch you off-guard. Western New York skies stretch endlessly at dusk, a curtain of fire cascading down toward the horizon like so many of the Finger Lakes Region’s waterfalls. You’ll forget what year it is for a moment. You might be transported in time, to a more primitive era: early humans, standing in awe at what might have been the end of the world as far as they knew. The Lake is a circle; the Lake is a mirror; the Lake is time itself. It is here that you will heal and become whole.