July 26-27, 2013: Lake Placid and the Lake Champlain Ferry

We went through this town and Elizabeth wanted her picture taken in front of the sign with her name on it.

A little bit of a detour to see some of the sights leftover from the Winter Olympics.  

Impossible to show in this picture, but this ski jump still used for training, is so much higher than it looks; we were amazed by the heights.

This gives a little bit more of a perspective.

Countryside looking the other direction from the town of Lake Placid.

The town of Lake Placid was packed!  We read in a book about all the events which are constantly going on, training, games, tourist attractions, but lots and lots of sports activities; this is a "fit" town.  To complicate the traffic further, an Ironman Competition is being held on Sunday.  We saw the 2.5 mile corridor marked off for the swim and everywhere we drove we saw painted green arrows and people running and biking preparing for the 110 mile bike race and 26 mile marathon race to follow the swim.  These amounts of exercise are just too hard for me to comprehend.

Leaving Lake Placid and going over to Plattsburg, New York to spend the night.

Saturday morning, July 27, 2013.  Time to cross into Vermont.  The Ferry acoss Lake Champlain will take us to an island in Vermont which has roads built on marsh connecting to the mainland.

A little windy and chilly.

The other ferry boat returning.

Getting ready to dock

The Green Mountains of Vermont

Crossing the bridge is how to get to the very small town of Montpelier, the capital of Vermont.

The State House in Vermont, just across the river.

More Vermont beauty

One of my favorite things about coming or being up North is looking for these statues in every town we go through; it's like a scavenger hunt for me.  Almost every single town, hamlet, village, or city has one of these exact same statues in the center of their town.  Each is worded slightly different but all memorialize the dead of the War Between the States and refer to it as the War of the Rebellion or the War of the Great Rebellion.  For some reason this amuses me so that I find myself looking for each one knowing I will never see anything different, just different names.  

New Hampshire and the top of Mt. Washington in the White Mountains.  You can just barely see the buildings up on top.  We went up there last year, up the Auto Road and spent some time.  Jeff, Jackson, and I went up 6 years ago when we spent some time in Maine so this year it's not on the "to do" list although this is a beautiful day to go.