Weekend in the ADK
Desperately needing a break from the madness and a change of scenery, I headed to the Adirondacks (aka where I grew up) Friday evening. I figured the only way to keep me from working was if I wasn’t near home or a computer. Plus, I wanted to see some real mountains and not the little Vermont bumps.
It was a lovely evening for a long drive and a ferry ride. The ferries are at Marine Security Level 1 (MarSec1), as they have been for quite some time. It just means you have to consent to your car being searched if you want to board. They obviously can’t search every car, instead, they pick cars at random. I take the ferry numerous times every year, so I’ve been searched a few times — I’ve found clever ways to hide the bodies, weapons, and drugs. When I’m picked, I usually exclaim, “Yeah, I won!” — they don’t find it humorous at all. This time I was searched on the way there and on the way back. That has never happened.
I pulled into town around 11 o’clock and went straight to the restaurant my friends work at.
Saturday, after some excellent raisin bread French toast and coffee, we headed to the mountain to go snowboarding for the afternoon. It was odd to ride in such warm weather. We spent most of the time sitting on the deck at the top of the mountain, looking at the mountains and the people — some very odd people.
My neck and hands were burned by the bright enormous ball of gas in the sky. This was probably the one and only time I’ll be hanging out in the sun — sorry (not really), I don’t do bright, sunny, or happy. I don’t like being in the sun except when it’s rising or setting. During the summer, I’m usually the whitest guy around.
I also walked in the woods, walked the dogs, and other exciting things. It was nice to get away but I’m glad to be back home with Pinky, my mannequin — I always miss her so much and I wish I could take her with me.
