Evening on the Lake
Just a few nice photos. Leftovers.
Nothing here folks, move along.
Eponymous Chairs
Room with a View
Cloudy Water
The Stable
Shore Life
Two Blue
Where there were Loons
Ferry
Terri Ferry
Boats and Bikes ~ Canoeing Lake to Lake
Paddling to Lake Oseeta
A narrow channel connects Kiwassa Lake with Oseeta Lake. The entrance on Kiwassa was not far from the lodge. One evening we borrowed a canoe and paddled down it from one lake to the next. A beautiful, easy passage, like gliding through a water garden.
Some cabins tucked into the woods, a few well-kept boats docked along the shore, a few passing through on the way somewhere. Wildlife.
Hard to beat it.
Boats and Bikes ~ Saranac
Saranac & Saranac on a Saranac
Saranac, New York
Saranac River
Town of Saranac
Town of Saranac Lake
Saranac Chain of Lakes
Upper Saranac Lake
Middle Saranac Lake
Lower Saranac Lake
Six Different Saranac Beers
Boats and Bikes ~ Bixi Montreal
pianos and bikes in the park
Montreal was founded hundreds of years before the automobile, and never really got on board with the whole idea. Many streets in the old quarter are still cobblestone and narrow, more suited to carriages and peddler carts. That’s part of the appeal. And like many old cities, they’ve only grudgingly made concessions to cars. Parking is a hassle. Within 8 hours of arriving, we got our first parking ticket. That’s what the nice lady who let us in was trying to say: We had to move the car by morning for the street cleaners, and shuffle from spot to spot like a shell game every few days, or we’d start paying fines. Once we found a safe and free place to leave the car, we did, and didn’t fool with it again for the remaining three days in the city. And, fortunately, didn’t need to. Bicycles were a much better way to get around. Waaaay better.
Boats and Bikes ~ Montreal, Quebec
Montreal Cathedral by night
Getting into Canada was a real a pain. The drive from Burlington would normally take about 2 hours door to door. But there was some sort of security alert in effect, coupled with a whole bunch of Canadians returning from some weekend event in the States. It took four+ hours, two of that to go one mile at the border. We almost went through a back country crossing, one we saw at the north end of Lake Champlain, but didn’t have a map or GPS for the country roads beyond. Should have. Even lost and wandering in the woods would have been a faster than the highway.
Boats and Bikes ~ Island Line Trail
an elegant classic sloop shoots “The Cut” in the video
Back when Burlington began reclaiming the waterfront, one of the first things they did was reacquire the old railroad bed running along the shore, a strip of land that effectively put the lake behind a fence. Once in public hands again, not only was access restored to most of the shore, but the graded bed provided a perfect foundation for a walking and biking trail. That’s how the Island Line Trail was born, and it now runs roughly 12 miles north out of Burlington.
Boats and Bikes ~ Shelburne, Vermont
What you give up with airbnb is the comfort of predictability. There will be no desk clerk paid to wait for your arrival, no bellhop to take your bags, no beige carpet or generic art on the walls identical to that in 200 other identical rooms. What you gain is the unexpected. You typically stay in people’s private homes, with no formal checkin process, with hosts who have a natural interest in meeting other people. That was certainly our experience.