Northern Lights Bed And Breakfast
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- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Free parking
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One a trip organized by the Mount Holyoke Outing club, I climbed my first hike ever! Day one we climbed Owls peak, approximately a 4 hours hike. Day 2, we climbed Mt. Phelps (the 36th/46th highest peaks in the Adirondacks) took almost 8-9 hours. It was certainly worth the view at the top, more so at Owls Peak due to the foliage. Although, Mount Phelps truly felt like an accomplishment with it being such an excruciating and long hike. ...
... said that the colors were the most dramatic in years-they were right! There were reds, oranges, golds, the 'whole shootin match'.
We took some wonderful hikes and marveled at how incredibly gorgeous the fall is in Upstate New York.
When Cindy asked that I do this entry I knew I should, because our brief stay at Hemlock Hall was a glowing highlight of my trip. I knew it as soon as we turned at the entry sign and started twisting our way up and down the road to the lodge. I inhaled. And then exhaled. Damp earth. The light filtering through woods of mixed hardwoods and evergreens, the lake ...
... Sagamore and to its use for educational and interpretive purposes.Today, we afford you the very rare privilege of touring and staying in National Historic Landmark-designated buildings to recreate and learn."
As Maura and I walked through the "rustic" camp complex, it was easy to see why the Vanderbilts and their wealthy collection of guests escaped from the hot, gritty city life to relax in the ...
Abruptly slapped awake by the frigid air in the tent, I scrambled around in the darkness struggling to squeeze into my winter bike tights. My frozen, aching hands did not have enough grip strength to sausage my thighs and botsy into the Lycra. Way too many pizzas and ice cream cones since Montana when the tights slipped ...