Lake Champlain separates Vermont from New York, from the Quebec border for 125 miles. I was fortunate enough to spend a few days on its shore in Bridport, Vermont. The area is known more for dairy farms than resorts, so it was very quiet and idyllic.
Middlebury, Vermont was the nearest big town. Home to Middlebury College, it has a wonderful food co-op, galleries, and a raging waterfall.
An hour north is Burlington, the largest city in Vermont. Home to Bernie Sanders (former mayor) it is a busy commercial city with delightful pedestrian streets with lots of restaurants, ice cream, craft beers, and outdoor stores.
Ahhh. Summer vacation. Loaded up the car with all the necessities for a couple of weeks of biking and hiking.
2017 took me to the Adirondack Mountains. The 6 million acre state park between Albany and Montreal is home to the High Peaks, the tallest mountains in New York State. I’m standing on Marcy Dam after a 3 mile hike from the parking lot. From this spot, you can start the strenuous hikes up to Mt. Marcy, Algonquin and Haystack Mountains. (I did not).
The week preceding my arrival it had rained everyday. The woods were wet and the trails muddy. Over the succeeding days, the area dried out, but every night my boots needed a thorough cleaning and drying.
The days turned beautiful and comfortably warm. Marcy Brook may have been the most beautiful lunch spot ever, and a place to cool my feet.
In the deep woods, Ray Brook surged in the summer rains.
After a wet slog, I broke out of the woods on the top of Mt. Van Hoevenberg, 2940 feet. Half the height of Mt Marcy (5344) and one-tenth the height of Mt. Everest (29,016)
Sunset from our AirBnb in Lake Placid
Lake Placid does not have any alligators. I think.
The summer woods were full of White Admiral butterflies which swarmed to any sunlit spot.
Lake Placid in the Adirondack Mountains in northern New York State hosts a classic small-town-America Fourth of July parade. Walking down Main Street in the center of this storied town (Lake Placid hosted two Winter Olympics in 1932 and 1980), were marching bands, Uncle Sam, fire trucks, muscle cars and lots of flags.
The late afternoon light bouncing of the store windows made for dramatic lighting on the marchers, as if I had a flash (I didn’t). The clarinetist in the front row game me a hard once-over as she marched by.
Uncle Sam graciously stopped to pose for me when I asked. He’s hipper than most other Sams I’ve seen.
At the end of the parade this fellow came putt-putting by in a Ford Model A. He looks like he could play Tom Joad in Grapes of Wrath.