Let Lake George Roadtrip-O-Rama Commence!
Trip Start Jun 13, 2004
7Trip End Jun 19, 2004
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Michelle had mapped out an indirect route that took us up to Burlington, VT before heading back down into New York. The theory behind this out of the way traveling was that there were many odd things to see and we were in the mood for roadside oddities.
The drive took around ten hours and we did see odd signs and large things by the side of the road. There were giant ice cream cones, giant moose, strange signs, giant beavers, and a giant can of maple syrup. Okay, actually it was the largest maple syrup can, which is a different thing entirely. It didn't contain any syrup and was unceremoniously sitting beside what I believe was a maple syrup museum. I never saw any signs for it, and the gift shop that was supposed to be open was closed. So we took our pictures with the giant can, and continued on our way.
We considered veering even further off course to see the world's largest filing cabinet. I assumed that since most giant things are oversized that it meant the drawers were big enough to hold a man. Michelle informed me that actually it had normal sized drawers, but they were stacked very, very high. I was less than thrilled with that prospect. We ditched the idea since none of us were all that excited about some extra driving time just to see a tall stack of drawers.
The St. Johnsbury House of Pizza in Vermont was our stop for lunch. Their pizza tasted just like the House of Pizza we visit in Maine. Do they all buy dough from the same company? And why do pizza places always have the same little pizza guy for their logo? Do they have to use the same box distributor and sign maker in some sort of bizarre corporate blackmail/take over scheme? Or has the pizza guy logo become so synonymous with pizza that it's silly not to use him?
The paper placement on our table had an ad for the Brookside Statuary, which promised tons of garden statues. As it sounded like prime picture taking opportunity and was right on route 2, we made a stop. It was an amazing place with statutes as far as the eye could see. This is when I learned my first lesson of the day - always charge your camera battery before going on a trip. (It was a new camera and I was unfamiliar with what the battery symbol represented, gimme a break.) With a plethora of cement figures at my feet, I took a picture of a gnome and my camera promptly died.
After enviously watching Michelle take pictures with her still working camera, we got back on the road to Lake George, which we reached around 7pm. Near Lake George we passed the Hillbilly Fun Park. This brought us back to my speculation earlier in the day of being killed by hillbillies by driving down a lonely back road. Was the park going to be fun for us, or for the crazy knife wielding hillbillies within who were waiting to kill us? We never did get around to going in, but we're still alive to tell the tale - draw your own conclusions.
We found our motel, or should I say cabin, and went in search of dinner. Gino and Tony's Italian Eatery was where we ended up. It had a basic menu, but enough different items so that everyone could be happy. Tristan ordered spaghetti, Michelle got a stuffed vegetable pizza slice, and I got a cheese calzone. While we were waiting for our order, Michelle excitedly talked about everything we could do, while Tristan and I looked around in a stupor.
I believe it was at this point that Tristan brought forth the 80s movie spazz theory - there is a spazz in every group. Then he declared that Michelle was ours. Actually we all agreed (even Michelle) because Michelle is definitely the lovable, high energy, overly enthusiastic Eddie Deezen of our group... and there's nothing wrong with that because Eddie rules, (although you do feel the urge to punch him in the brain every once in awhile.)
Our food arrived fairly quickly and tasted good. When I cut into my calzone, it had an inch of cheese inside it. It was at this point that I realized it probably wasn't the best idea to eat an inch of cheese for dinner after the egg and cheese sandwich I had for breakfast, the cheese pizza I had eaten for lunch, plus the mass quantities of fudge I had consumed in the car due to the candy person including a plastic knife within the box. That night I learned my second lesson of the day - never spend a day eating fudge and cheese.
By 10pm, I was miserable and lying on the couch with severe stomach pains. I watched TV as well as the bruise on my knee, which I noticed was looking kind of nasty. I was tired and my stomach was killing me. Damn you cheese!!! I really wished there was someone there to rub my stomach, but figured asking either Tristan or Michelle would just be plain unnerving for us all. Eventually we each went to bed so we would be ready to greet the new day and indulge in Lake George-y goodness.