Kanadasga once thrived under the hill where the bluff reaches the lakeshore. A place where the Iroquois’ war-whoop rang through the woods, wolves howled in the distance, canoes knifed the lake, and cornfields and orchards bloomed. Seneca villages pulsated with ceremonial dance and songs and thunder boomed from the lake. Now, a cluster of log cabins, a four-story, bark-roofed hotel housing the Lessee Company and tavern. A local watering hole where traders, speculators and land surveyors congregate to plan their new settlement, the City of Geneva.
Under the westbound moon, a few yards away, Mingin (Gray Wolf) springs from the crisp, argent waters, and glides toward the lake’s shallow end from a brisk morning swim. A ritual he and his Wolf Clan performed, and now, he continues 14 years later
