From New York into Vermont

We left the period splendour of the Adirondack Hotel with it’s fine furniture, stuffed bear and moose and quaint individual water waste pipes coming through the ceiling of the otherwise grand dining hall, each with an ornate ceiling rose surrounding the down pipe and headed off with purpose to find breakfast twenty miles up the road in an attractive small town called Tupper lake. A four egg omelette with cheese and ham, coffee and a pancake drenched in maple syrup was the fuel for the day.


At the cafe we paid with this interestingly stamped ten dollar bill.

Back on the road bordered by more trees, lakes and swamp ground. 


After Tupper lake we entered the Saranac lakes area and onto Lake Placid, known best internationally for hosting the 1980 Winter Olympics. We decided to stop for our salad and coffee before getting into the centre of town.


We had a great coffee and salad in this interesting cafe. Before passing the Summit Hotel, perhaps the sister of the best hotel in Kathmandu. The town of Lake Placid was heaving. Commercialism on overload.
Given our good progress we decided to try and catch the 14:50 ferry from Port Kent across to Burlington.
We made it by ten minutes with some hard drafting behind each other.  However we couldn’t cycle past the water fall at the Ausable Chasm without taking a photo and pausing just for a few seconds to admire them.


The Ausable Chasm falls.

We made the ferry. A very much smaller affair than the SS Badger. It took about 40 minutes to cross Lake Champlain into Burlington and the State of Vermont. Incidently this considerable lake freezes over in the winter,  but a single ice breaker ferry operates throughout the winter. Burlington is a large well heeled town with plenty of bars and chic cafes. Sitting drinking a pint of local ale, the rain arrived.  We had justified our indulgence because there was only eight miles to go to our hotel. The heavens opened, soaking us. The bikes now need cleaning and the chains oiling.

Another good ride today. Over 100 miles and 1,400 m of elevation. 

I think it was Bill Bryson who made the observation regarding older men’s hair and how it migrates south from the head to the ears and nostrils. Well this cycling malarkey has an effect on the body too. Muscle also migrate south. My arms have not been so void of muscle since I was twelve years old. However my legs are like an athlete’s half my age. Just a pity they won’t stay like that. As for the arms, some serious work is required in the gym.

Just three more days in the saddle before we roll onto Boston, where we intend to cycle past our hotel and dip the front wheels of the bikes in the Atlantic Ocean before returning to our hotel and a normal life.

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1 Response to From New York into Vermont

  1. Ernie Clark says:

    Great going, guys! Take care on your last three days! Looking forward to seeing you and hearing the bits you’ve left out in the name of tact, diplomacy and good taste!
    We On! On! Ernie

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