Absolutely Adirondacks

The travelog continues ... with photos at the end.

     June 23: I drove from Latham, NY, the former home of Pete Seeger, to Plattsburgh, NY, the former home of Tim Robbins and Anthony Weiner. Tim Robbins wasn’t home, and Anthony Weiner was otherwise occupied (I won’t say how). But since I was in town, I decided to drop in on my sister Sue. Only kidding about dropping in. I was there for my nephew Dustin’s wedding.

     To hear Pete Seeger singing a really nice version of "Down By the Riverside," go to this link:


    June 25: Dustin married his high school sweetheart, Casey, in a beautiful and classic ceremony on the shores of Lake Champlain. It was a picture-perfect wedding for two of the nicest people you can imagine. And, the band was great. After spending quality time with family in Plattsburgh, it was time to be "on the road again."

     To listen to Willie Nelson singing "On the Road Again," go here:


      June 29: The day before my birthday, I drove about an hour southwest of Plattsburgh to arrive at my destination: the quaint town of Keene Valley, population 391. Keene Valley sits in the middle of the Adirondack Mountains, less than 20 miles from Lake Placid (home of the 1980 winter Olympics), so you can imagine the beautiful mountain views surrounding it. My reason for stopping there was simple. I needed some time to rest, reflect, and rejoice in the beauty that is the Adirondacks. It was my birthday present to myself. As it turned out, I was the only one staying the night in that nine-bedroom home. I felt like I was in “The Shining” as I wandered through the house that evening, peeking in at the other bedrooms, browsing through books about the High Peaks, and even stepping into the kitchen à la Shelley Duvall.

     (The soundtrack for The Shining is really creepy.)

     June 30: When I awoke, I dressed for the possibility of black flies, grabbed my camera, and ventured out behind the house, where I discovered a garden path that led to the Ausable River, and then to a trail in the woods. It wasn’t as rustic as I’d expected, since I encountered someone’s tennis court back there, but at least I got to take pictures of flowers and inhale the fresh, pine-scented air. And there were no black flies! When I returned to the lodge, the owner had prepared a breakfast fit for a queen, all for little old me (including a fresh, homemade blueberry muffin with candle for my birthday).  The lodge wasn't haunted after all.


     Here's Paul Simon, singing about his breakfast:


My sister Amy and I admiring the sunset on Lake Champlain at Dustin's wedding:


Resting my feet after dancing at the wedding:



Keene Valley Lodge:


Exploring the lodge at night:


 There was a river path behind the lodge:


The path led to the banks of the Ausable River ... 



... where I found some pretty summer flowers: 


My birthday breakfast was served here:

More later, 



Raymond S Thompson
July 26, 2016 @08:23 pm
I enjoy reading your posts with the music links. Unfortunately, while reading this one, I became lost listening to Pete Seeger. Man do I miss this fellow. What a guy. Really enjoyed your pictures. Keep 'em coming. :-)

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