From the Valley to the Mountains

Saturday morning we drove out of the Mohawk Valley and into the Adirondacks.

It really was the Adirondacks, too; I’m not just taking the word of various businesses called Adirondack this or that. I saw a green sign that said, “Now Entering the Adirondack Park.” I later saw a sticker that said, “It’s not a park. It’s our home. It’s where we work.” That, I suspect, was in response to irresponsible tourists treating it more like a parking lot. And really, why would you not respect even a parking lot? Why some people have to be that way. But I digress.

The fall foliage was past peak, but some patches of bright color remained. I don’t even mind seeing the bare trees. You can see how the branches twist and turn.

We were visiting a friend on Cranberry Lake, a gorgeous place to be in any weather. Sunday morning as I walked Tabby, I was happy so many of the trees were bare, because I could see through them to the lake. I also like looking at the various houses. I decide which ones I’d like to buy, if I had a million dollars and if they were for sale.

Cranberry Lake is about a three hour drive from Herkimer. We were kind of in between their tourist seasons. People love to be on the lake in the summer, and they love to snowmobile the Adirondacks in the winter. I’ll be honest: I don’t know much about either. I was in Cranberry Lake to visit a friend, not to be a tourist. If you happen to have a friend in Cranberry Lake, I highly recommend a visit. If you go there as a tourist, let me know what you do. Maybe I’ll feature you in a blog post.