A week in the Adirondacks
We are sitting by the campfire as dusk fell and the temperature drifted down into the low 60’s. The radio was playing hits from the 80’s softly in the background and occasionally the hysterical cackle of a Loon would sound from the direction of the lake.
OOOOOOuch!
We are sitting by the campfire as dusk falls and the temperature drifts down into the low 60’s. The radio is playing hits from the 80’s softly in the background and the occasional hysterical cackle of a Loon echoes from the direction of the lake. Full from a dinner of chicken kabobs, roasted potatoes and Vidalia onions, I had just reached out and to take a swig from my bottle of Saranac Pale Ale, when the wind shifted and orange sparks from the fire shot in my direction and burned through my favorite black yoga pants (my favorite because they were still relatively clean).
In short, the joys of camping in the Adirondacks.
It’s hard to believe that just a couple of months ago, the very spot I was sitting was covered in two to three feet of snow and I was breaking in a pair of snow shoes. It seems like whenever I talk to someone about traveling to the Adirondacks, they always shake their heads and shiver as if they can’t help imagining the cold blast of wind off of the lake even in the suffocating heat of summer, “Too cold! I could never live there!”
But I’m here to tell you, if you ever travel to the Adirondacks in the summer, you’ll find yourself thinking that maybe the winter would be worth enduring for the summers here– brief though they are, temperamental though they are. It’s nothing short of beautiful.
So here is my trip to the Adirondacks, broken down for your skimming pleasure, into the following categories:
My God that was good!
Silly me, I thought when we established we were going to go camping that I was going to live off a diet of corn chips and granola bars for a week. Happily, that turned out to be completely untrue. When we weren’t cooking on the campfire (more on that shortly) we were hitting our fair share of restaurants, sandwich shops, and farmer’s markets that totally destroyed my diet. These are a couple of my favorites:
Eat N Meet | 139 Broadway, Saranac Lake, NY 12983
Get in your car, drive about seven hours to Saranac Lake and thank me the later. Everything is fresh and delicious and God-- just MMMM. I don’t have words. The fish tacos are my personal favorite and have ruined me on all other fish tacos. I now have an insatiable craving that cannot be filled.
Lisa G’s | 6125 Sentinel Rd, Lake Placid, NY 12946
Located within walking distance of downtown Lake Placid, it’s perfect for lunch and dinner. I personally like going in the middle of the afternoon– it’s not really vacation unless you decide to stop for a late lunch of Calamari, Greek Wings, and Switchback Beer around 2pm. Would that all of my 2pm’s could be spent that way.
Big Mountain Deli and Creperie | 2475 Main Street, Lake Placid, New York 12946
Yum! Most of the time, we were making our own breakfast on this trip, but we had to stop at Big Mountain Deli and Creperie for their breakfast sandwiches. Their sandwiches are named for mountain peaks and local features. The 12 year old inside of me wanted to order the “Nippletop”, she really did. I personally recommend the Upper Ausable Lake which is eggs and smoked salmon with lemon caper cream cheese and red onion. My mouth is watering thinking about it.
In a world where 2 flavors are better than one, and fifty are better than two, Donnelly’s soft-serve ice cream has a refreshing take on the situation: they serve one and only one flavor per day. We stopped on a Monday, which was nut surprise, and got a cone and dish respectively, of pale green pistachio ice cream twined with vanilla (all flavors are twisted with vanilla).
Just a small hut on the side of the road, there’s always a crowd out front.
Are we almost there?
Whiteface
I did my first high peak! While some might say that I was cheating by driving up it, I maintain I took the more direct, time efficient route. After driving up 99% of the mountain, there is a parking lot and "castle" with a gift shop, bathrooms, and cafe. You must continue to the summit by elevator or by following a dizzying trail composed of rock and concrete another 267 feet. The views are spectacular: you can see Lake Placid, the high peaks, and on clear days our fair neighbor to the north, Canada. I highly recommend.
Saint Regis Mountain
2,874 feet in elevation and 3.3 miles to summit is a walk in the park. Unlike my previous attempt (which you can read about here) I didn’t want to kill myself at any point during this hike: I got to wear my new shirt which was insect repellent, the summit was beautiful, and we ate a hot dog afterwards. All in all– a great morning. The summit includes views of the St. Regis Canoe Area, some large lakes, and some of the High Peaks. The trail itself was busy but not crowded and I recommend as well.
Agh!
Look, the joys of camping are not completely lost on me. Sleeping outside, picking wild raspberries, cooking over a fire– there’s a romance to it that I can’t deny. However, going to the bathroom in the woods holds as much appeal to me as watching a Real Housewives episode– I don’t like it and I find it completely unnecessary.
So, bearing in mind that a campground with clean bathrooms was essential to my happiness and well being, we booked a lot at Buck Pond Campground. It has a secluded, remote feel to it with a long drive back to the entrance and wooded lots that make you feel like you’re not on top of your neighbor.
Still within a relatively short drive of civilization, Lake Saranac and Lake Placid, Buck Pond pretty much lived up to my best case scenario of camping. My recommendation: Yeah, I would stay there again.
Come Again?
It’s hard to believe that the Adirondacks are this pretty, but I am proof-positive that such places exist within driving distance of Lancaster, PA :) You can check out some more of my photos below from the Saranac Lake and Lake Placid area below.
A trip to the Adirondacks with Talbot
Guest Spot Post by Henry Fox Talbot (not that one). Talbot is a three year old Terrier mix who enjoys long walks, peanut butter treats, and is passionate about the conservation of our natural resources. This is his account of his recent trip to the Adirondacks, New York.
Guest Spot Post by Henry Fox Talbot (not that one). Talbot is a three year old Terrier mix who enjoys long walks, peanut butter treats, and is passionate about the conservation of our natural resources. This is his account of his recent trip to the Adirondacks, New York.
They took me with them! It was looking dicey this morning while they packed up half of the house into the back of the truck: duffel bags, coolers, food, blankets, tools, cameras
What about me!?!
I thought for sure they were going to leave me behind, so I made certain to stay constantly underfoot and give extra kisses to make it as difficult as possible. It was only at the last second and a particularly pathetic look on my part that I got the go-ahead. I think I broke a new record running from the front door to the truck before they could change their minds.
Eight hours in the car feels like 5 days in the car. True, I slept through most of it, but would a treat have killed them? Everything they packed and I couldn’t have any of the peanut butter bone things? Anyway, it was worth it. We’re here!
At the cabin!
In the woods!
I spit on my leash!
And everything smells great! Everything– wait. This doesn’t smell like me. And this definitely doesn’t smell like me and– okay, I got this. I got this– where’s my water?
People! Where’s my water!? I can’t do this by myself!
The guys have been working on the cabin all morning. It’s been nothing but whirling and banging! Yelling, and buzzing! You try sleeping in a construction zone– even my dreams featured dancing tool belts and talking table saws. I like to think I rose above it though, and gave moral support.
The lake is just like I remember. We had to walk about 10 minutes down the railroad bed and hang a right through the wild raspberry bushes, milkweed, and ferns and there it is– Rainbow Lake all to myself. I jumped in and waded in up to my chest which is about two feet from shore. Sometimes I wish I was taller.
To tell you the truth, I am not wild about canoes. They’re hot, there’s no shade, and every time I move around, everyone freaks out! Furthermore, ducks are a big tease. I do get to drink a lot from over the side of the canoe which is convenient, but still. It seems to make them happy though and bonus! All of the other boaters we pass are super excited to see me. I feel like a celebrity out here!
It’s a big one, Whiteface. 4,865 feet up to the top and the fifth highest mountain in New York.
Oh yeah!
We drove up 95% of it which I felt was cheating, but beggars can’t be choosers. I am told the view was spectacular, you can see into Canada on clear days. Unfortunately, I couldn’t see most of it for reasons that should be readily apparent. Note: Schedule a haircut next week.
Now we we’re talking. We hiked up Mount Saint Regis today (which is small but respectable) and I led the way. I always like to be first for the following reasons:
- I am much friendlier than my owners and first impressions are important.
- I like to think I am an effective guide. I set a reasonable pace, point out interesting or unusual vegetation, and allow for regular bathroom breaks.
- They are unbearably slow!!! I know they only walk on two legs, but come on!
Today, I met my match. We stopped by for dinner with some friends and I was making my preliminary inspections of their yard when she came charging out of the house. Her name is Bunni, but not like the good kind. She is tiny, loud, and bossy! I can’t sniff without her having an opinion on it. I think I am just going to hide out here until she forgets about me.
We left and are heading back home! We just crossed into Pennsylvania and already I'm thinking about the next time I can get back to the Dack. Until next time!