![]() You’ve probably seen photographs of the Kennedy family seated in Adirondack chairs, and it’s a safe bet that if you visit the beach or hike to a cabin in the mountains, you’ll come across one of the iconic seats. It’s as timeless as apple pie, as evenings spent in the near-dark with a jar in hand trying to capture fireflies, and as a particularly rousing game of football on the front lawn. No matter what you call it, the Adirondack chair’s design roots itself in American culture. A low, slanted seat combined with wide-plank armrests and a straight back constructed of slatted wood makes the chair exceedingly comfortable. Over the past century, the chair has undergone various modifications, but one thing remains clear: the beauty of an Adirondack chair lies in its innate simplicity. An image from the original patent application Initially called the Westport Plank Chair, Lee turned plans over to a local carpenter, who began producing the chairs for Westport’s residents and, without informing Lee, filed for and received a patent for the chair in 1905. In 1903, Thomas Lee drew up plans for the chair, searching for the perfect seating for his summer home in Westport, New York’s Adirondack Mountains. It’s that exact feeling that we, Trex® Outdoor Furniture™, set out to capture with our Cape Cod Collection - a sense of belonging, of home, of respite… whether you’re overlooking a lake tucked along the woods or sitting on your patio in the middle of the city. When I wasn’t floating on a raft in the lake or digging into a box of fried clams on Nauset Beach, I nestled into a wooden Adirondack chair, a dog-eared novel in one hand, a cup of steaming coffee in the other. Unlike the swaths of beach you can see from the road along the Florida or California coasts, Cape Cod’s beaches are tucked away behind thick forests, cranberry bogs, lavender fields, and white clapboard houses with trailing roses. It was then that I decided I was in love with Cape Cod. The windows were open for my arrival, curtains billowing in the lilting breeze, making it seem as though the house exhaled a cooling breath. Two hours later, I opened the door to a shingled cottage perched on a Cape Cod lake. My plane lit over the water, casting a long shadow over the toy-size boats that churned through the harbor leaving a whispery-white wake. Originally Published on February 22, 2016.
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