Spruce Lodge Bed and Breakfast
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After getting off the ferry we searched for a rest stop nearby. First time washing up in a truck stop bathroom, forgot a towel so had to try and maneuver drying my face off with the air dryer. Yeahh... just thank god no one walked in. First night sleeping in the big booty mama. We cut out foam mats to fit the windows and folded a blanket over the front seats to ...
... line-height: 15.8599996566772px;">When we went into EMS (Ben says the name stands for "Expensive Mountain...Stuff"), we ended up getting a few items because there was a big sale. Ben also got a haircut since we happened upon a salon and his hair was getting a little long.
4 - We read A LOT! We are like Johnny Five. "More Input! More Input!"
... his big toe.
Hiking up this trail meant a lot to me. I wanted to see where he had been. The hike itself was beautiful and easy, unlike the NoonMark Trail. The view of the Trap Dike was pretty impressive. It's this HUGE vertical gash in the rock. To think of going up that now when there was no snow seemed a bit daunting.
Ben seemed totally unphased and at ease in talking about the incident. He had went back two years after the incident and did ...
After staying in some dirty, smelly motels along our route so far we checked AirBnB to see if there was anything a little nicer in the Adirondacks for some time away from Interstate roads. We were heading towards Point O Pines, Rachael's camp that I had heard so much about for the past 4 years, and then deeper into the Adirondack state ...
... a banshee, I fought my way into a dry set of clothes. I sprinted into the tent and dove into my sleeping bag. Maura piled layers of blankets on top of me. She must have wondered if too many miles in the saddle had pushed me over the brink. Maybe? I zonked out listening to the distant roar of the Blue Ridge Waterfalls.