Travelogue: Lake George, Part 3

Waking up this morning in Lake George was a bit of an adventure.  Apparently, I had a nightmare during my sleep.  That'll teach me not to eat pizza as a midnight snack before bed!

After freshening up a bit, my brother and I headed down Canada Street to find some breakfast.  We pulled into an interesting looking place called "Biscotti Brothers"; a coffeehouse that also served traditional morning fare.  I couldn't get enough of their blueberry pancakes, which I washed down with two glasses of orange juice.  For his part, my brother quickly disassembled a cheese omelet.  

The weather in the area this week has been rather warm, but perfect for a dip into Lake George proper.  So of course, myself and my brother had to hit the beach.  It wasn't long before both of us were in the water.  

Speaking of the waters of Lake George, they are the cleanest, purest, and most crystal clear waters that I have ever been in.  I found myself saying a silent prayer of thanksgiving; "may these waters be clean and pure for generations to come".  

Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end.  So too must this vacation; tonight is my final night in Lake George.  The trip did not disappoint in any way; I must say that I have thoroughly enjoyed myself.  

They are wondrous and beautiful things to behold, these shores.  As expected, the Adirondacks have been a little bit of heaven on earth.  The mountain air and the cool temperature of the lake refreshed not only my body, but my mind and spirit.  

And that's really what making this trip was all about. 

Travelogue: Lake George, Part 2

A little before three this afternoon, my brother and I pulled up to a small motel called "The Heritage".  It is here that we will be staying for the next two days.  The establishment is right on the main strip, a long road named Canada Street.  

As we got situated and settled, I promptly tried out the bed in my section of our cabin.  I found it to be comfortable; not too soft, but not too firm either.  A bed such as this is more than suitable for reading, listening to music, or simply "crashing".  

It's been a hot day in Lake George; a quick glance at area weather shows that the temperature reached upwards of ninety degrees Fahrenheit (nearby Canada uses the Celsius scale and metric system; we don't).  

Nevertheless, the street outside of the motel beckoned me.  I had to go see what it could offer.  

For the hungry adventurer, there are many places on Canada Street where they may satisfy their appetite.  One of these happens to be a restaurant called "Giuseppe's".  Knowing from past experiences that it is a go-to spot for Italian cuisine, my brother and myself decided to have an early dinner there.  

The indoor patio of Giuseppe's proved a welcome respite from the summer heat.  Years ago, the restaurant had a second deck upstairs, overlooking the lake.  Apparently, this is no longer the case, likely due in part to the presence of a large hotel that had been built next door. 

As for the food, it was delicious; just as I had remembered it.  My brother dined on a Southwestern Burger, along with - broccoli?! - on the side.  I chose to order - well, what else? - a Sicilian pizza, which I happily munched on forthwith.  

After paying the tab at Giuseppe's, we walked a short distance to another of my favorite attractions; Playland Arcade. The place is packed with fun and games, including a photo booth, various ticket-based machines, and a shooting gallery (you heard that right; actual guns, or at least reasonable imitations).  

I must've been doing something right, because I managed to win over seven hundred tickets through numerous games.  Even so, that wasn't quite enough to land me one of the big prizes exhibited behind the redemption counter.  I'll save my tickets, and head back to the arcade tomorrow.  

Exiting the arcade, my brother and I chose to make our last stop at a place aptly named "Scoop's Ice Cream Parlor".  

(I say "aptly named" because my brother frequently answers to the nickname of "Scoop") 

The eatery has a long history in Lake George.  It began as a soda fountain in the early 1970s, under a different name (at the moment, I cannot recall what that name was).  The last time that I was in the area, the shop featured its own candy for sale, which you could watch being made by hand before your eyes.  It no longer appears that this part of the parlor exists, but you can still sit at the counter, and enjoy an ice cream or refreshing milkshake.  

So far, my brother and I have enjoyed this welcome trip.  Our first day in Lake George featured great food, fun games, and even a short jaunt to a most memorable ice cream parlor.  Not too bad for the first time in twenty years, I'd say.  

Tomorrow, we will venture off to the lake proper, as well as get in a game or two of mini-golf.  

But first, sleep.  

Travelogue: Lake George, Part 1

From southern Connecticut, there are two main routes up to the Adirondacks region.  One is to take the Taconic State Parkway starting in White Plains, and follow it to the Interstate 87 Northway.  The other method is to use Connecticut's Route 8, eventually merging onto the interstate around Albany.  

Earlier today, my brother and I took the latter route to the Lake George NY area, passing through various towns in northwestern Connecticut and western Massachusetts as we did.  I must tell you that the journey north was smooth, and quite uneventful for the majority of the drive.  There is something about traversing secondary roads that gives you a quaint, down-home feeling.  

Presently, our car approached the Albany area, which forced us to get off the back roads and onto interstate highways.  We came upon towns with names such as Watervilet, Cohoes, Malta, and Gansevoort.  A little further up the road, a sign notified us that the Village of Lake George was just three miles away.  

Then, I saw it; a sight that I had been waiting twenty years to see, ever since my last trip to the region.  This, of course, was the beautiful body of water known as Lake George; the "Queen of American Lakes".  

Seldom have I felt as fulfilled as I did at the moment that I entered Lake George Village.  The community has a special meaning with me, for it is a place where I spent many summers with my late father.  It is like a flashback to childhood, and to simpler times far from the worries of the world.  

I feel as if the Adirondacks are welcoming me back to a place I have always loved, and where my soul feels the most free.  

Thank you for that, Lake George.  It's been too long.