An hour-and-15-minutes to get up to Whiteface, then just over 5 hours to get home. Sleep in my own bed tonight!
Highway 74 West runs alongside a couple of beautiful lakes, frozen in the wintertime:
No time to stop and take pretty pictures, though.
At a rest stop, I think I read about my next hiking adventures:
After I-87, on 73 going through Keene Valley, I passed a REALLY COOL store - The Mountaineer:
It was before 9 AM, and there were a bunch of cars in the parking lot, and at least a dozen people inside. It made me SMILE, and reminded me of when I had breakfast in the Super 8 at Arches National Park - there were people with maps, people with hiking gear, people with high-carb/stick-to-your-ribs breakfasts! I LOVE THAT VIBE!
They had cool "raised relief" maps, and I bought a hiking map of the area.
Saturday morning, 10 AM:
The top of the gondola has a great viewing area
which looks south out over Lake Placid:
and then back up at the summit of Whiteface:
It was a good day for skiing - a little sun, not cold, not much wind:
After 3 or 4 runs, I was hungry, so I went in Boule's Bistro at the Mid-Station:
I was wondering why service was so slow (they were busy setting up pots and pans and various grill stuff), but I just burst out laughing when I checked the time and it WAS ONLY 11:15!!! I got a great cup of chili and hot chocolate, and had a SUPER view from a table at the window:
I did a bunch more runs up and down the mountain, and by 2 o'clock I was ready to hit the road. Drove east through New York, Vermont, New Hampshire, and then down into Massachusetts. Guess where I had dinner?
Once again, Thank You God for my health, and for these wonderful adventures!!
After skiing, I listened to the last 3-of-6 cds for C.S. Lewis, Surprised By Joy, 1955
Chapter X. Fortune's Smile
...
As for the Earth, the country I grew up in had everything to encourage a romantic bent, had indeed done so ever since I first looked at the unattainable Green Hills through the nursery window. For the reader who knows those parts it will be enough to say that my main haunt was the Holywood Hills-the irregular polygon you would have described if you drew a line from Stormont to Comber, from Comber to Newtownards, from Newtownards to Scrabo, from Scrabo to Craigantlet, from Craigantlet to Holywood, and thence through Knocknagonney back to Stormont. How to suggest it all to a foreigner I hardly know. ...
Well, I think "a map" is a pretty good way "to suggest it all to a foreigner":
After C.S. Lewis, Music for today was 3 albums from my orange nano:
Grace Potter & The Nocturnals - This Is Somewhere, 2007
ok, but won't keep.
Dawes - Stories Don't End, 2013
good, and will keep.
Paul Simon - Stranger To Stranger (deluxe), 2016
I like it, and will keep it!
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