Did I say I was taking the day off????
Did I really say that?
First, I had a little Kashi with blueberries.......the way I start most days
Well, I did take the day off......kind of. I didn't weave. I didn't cut fabric, or sew, or dye.
None of it.
But I was so busy all day, that I 'feel' like I DID work all day.
First off, L and I took the bikes and went on what she calls an "adventure".
So, let's expose that for what it is.
Adventure means driving off 15 miles into the woods, mosquitoes, sweating a lot, going with a bicycle where there is no trail, down hill, getting a stick through your bicycle wheel, which in turn takes the chain off the bike......you get the picture.
It also means being bossed around a LOT.
Oh, I didn't tell you that? Yes, well, she TRIES.
I am so not the 'bossable' type.
But truthfully, it also means getting the FULL history of the area in question, complete with names, and dates, and details.
Ah, yes, let's not forget the details.
The good news.....now that I am done doing a little roast on her......is that it was well worth the trouble.
Wow, what a beautiful place.
I grew up a stone's throw from Lake George. Well, actually it is now known as the Lake George outlet, but when I was a child, it was known as the 'crick'. It does not compare with the "lake proper".
While it wasn't the prettiest part of the lake, it was the easiest access from my neighborhood.
Lots of stones and tree roots to watch out for. I don't need to fall on my face again. Or on my knees. They are troublesome enough without any more trauma.
The sun wasn't shining, but it was still a great day.
Lake George is 32 miles long, with Lake George village at one end, which is very commercial.
Ticonderoga, where I grew up, is at the north end. Not commercial at all.
If you have never experienced Lake George, you are missing something.
I was INSTRUCTED not to take pictures while I was riding my bicycle.
I think I would love to bring a book, and some lunch, and park right here one of these mornings.
What do you think?
I was able to ride my bike, but not up any incline, as I couldn't shift it. I also discovered that even if it would shift, it takes my painful right thumb to do it.
Hmm. Now there's a dilemma.
These rocks were built to hold up the carriage roads through the woods.
I love rocks.
I have a serious love of rocks.
This little adventure gave me ideas for other days off, there are several hikes to be done in this woods, and things to see.
Bossy Bertha "L" knows her way around.
All kidding aside, she is a great tour guide. I would never have found this place without her, and I wouldn't have taken time off without her nagging at me.
I might bring her next time I come up here.
And while she's talking, I get to take pictures.
Of myself even.
Have a great weekend!