Motorbiking home, getting stuck in Vermont
Trip Start Jul 24, 2008
4Trip End Jul 27, 2008
I decided to take the long way home, through New York State Park, Lake Placid and the Adirondacks. It turned out to be a pretty smart move. I only hit rain once in a place called Bellow's Falls, Vermont. I pulled off the road to find a cozy organic farm with a doubly cozy cafe attached to it. I ordered some lunch and limeade, and sat down to get a better handle on my route home. While I was tracing it out on the map, the super friendly hippy who served me at the counter was just about ready to sit down for lunch, so I invited him over
Mike was interested in fireworks, so we talked a little bit about the giant international competitions they have in Montreal and Ottawa every year. Soon, the rain died down, and we said goodbye. The other Mike warned me about the hippies in Vermont and I joked that I'd get stuck there on Thursday. So this serendipitous lunch was all the more satisfying to me. I'm really regretting not going to see those stuffed alligators now.
I made my way through Vermont and continued on through Princeton and other quaint little towns. The road ambled through tree lined strets and alongside stars and stripes bedecked manors. Wonderful. My route also brought me right through the heart of Lake Placid. But before we get to this, I will tell you about Elizabethtown
The lakes, valleys, forests and mountains are all beautiful in this part of the world. You can smell the sheer vastness of the vegetation as you drive by pristine lakes and the golden sun sets on the horizon, dipping behind the Appalachian mountain range. It's some of the oldest rock formations in North America, but that doesn't make it less lovely. I soon found my odometer coming up to 250 km again. This was not good, because I hadn't seen a soul in at least an hour. I also had no idea how close I was to the next town of Malone. I also thought that maybe I had passed it, and not noticed since I saw a sign welcoming me to Malone about an hour back. It was twilight and I started panicking, thinking I would run out of fuel before I found anything like civilization.
So I stopped at the next house with lights on. A very nice lady saw how worried I was and assured me Malone was just a few miles down the road. I was soooooo happy. I finally got there, bought the overpriced gas, and took Hwy 37 to Cornwall, through Akwesasne, past the famous casinos and over the bridge to Canada. Finally, I would be able to know exactly how fast I was driving, things would now be in metric again! Hooray. But wait... Oh God, what is that in the distance? The entire sky, lit up, literally, all of it. Bright yellow lightning and just barely audible thunder. I took a deep breath and silently wished the rain was falling over Montreal, anywhere but Ottawa. Again, normal people would probably stop when they saw and heard that kind of lightshow in the sky right ahead of them. Not me, oh no, I had to get home anyway, and I was stubborn enough to keep going. It began to rain and I stopped to put on my jacket. It was gross only for about 10 minutes, so I just kept going. I made it home at about 11:30, called my mom and Mike so they knew I made it alive, and went to bed. Sweet, sweet, sleep. Eleven hours on a motorcycle, I deserved it.