It happened again this past weekend, as we drove home after four days in Montreal for the World Parkinson Congress. After lunch on Friday in Lake Placid, and then a slow ride along uncrowded mountain roads... past Saranac Lake... Tupper Lake... Indian Lake... we stopped for the night at the Lake Pleasant Lodge in Speculator, NY, a town of about 400 in the southern Adirondacks.
Ever hear of Lake Pleasant? I hadn't. Planning the drive south through the mountains, I wanted to stop somewhere that was about four hours from Montreal. "Lake Pleasant" seemed to fill the bill.
In Lake Placid, I asked the waitress how long it would take to get to Lake Pleasant. She looked puzzled. "Never heard of it," she said. Hmmm. I wondered if I should have picked a more familiar stopover.
After checking into our modest, comfortable motor lodge, this view reassured me:
Here's the entrance to the walk:
I'm trying here -- not succeeding -- to sync my feet with the poles. Evidently, I need more practice.