We left Saranac around 10:15 a.m. then headed northeast to take a ferry across Lake Champlain to visit Burlington, although it was short lived.
The traffic was, well, northeast traffic, and we didn't get to Stamford until 6:15. That made for an 8-hour day in the car, and I drove the entire time. I was exhausted.
Still, I am stimulated and exhilarated by the ride I had on Mt. Van Hoevenberg, knowing that the 1980s Olympics that were the first I really got into as a child, was really up the road and I had the opportunity to visit.
I can't recommend this trip enough. It's a gorgeous location (stunning actually) and so clean, fresh, beautiful, and promising.
Go, Adirondacks! Go. I'm sold. I'm already strategically looking for way to bring National Writing Project work that way. I passed all those schools. Why wouldn't they want to host us?!
And no! These aren't my feet, but I did do this! Your turn!