Ben’s sister and niece were also in the area this weekend. So, on Sunday, after church and a quick lunch, we met them just outside of Lake Placid bearing some of the best local cuisine…Clare and Carl’s Michigans (just google it).
After leaving my car parked on the side of the road, we headed up Whiteface Mountain…although I’ve lived in the North Country for quite some time, I’d never actually made this trip before, so I was pretty excited… unfortunately, I didn’t really think too far ahead and was not wearing the best outfit for being on top of a mountain ( a cotton dress and a pair of slip-ons)…luckily, I had a zip-up in my car.
Anyway, we drove up the mountain slowly, stopping to take a few pictures along the way…
When we reached the top and found a parking spot, we took the elevator to the top of the mountain (!!!!) and looked around…then we walked/hiked down to the castle and enjoyed our Michigans before hitting the road again.
Although it was a quick trip, it was really great to catch up and enjoy the view from the top.
After we got back to the car, Ben and I decided to head into Lake Placid to wander around, with a pit-stop for root beer floats.
Overall, it was a pretty awesome weekend and we are both thankful for the quality time spent with family.
How was your labor day? What’s your favorite local food? Ever taken an elevator to the top of a mountain?
I should have posted this last week as we did the hike two Sundays ago…but …I didn’t.
Anyway, Ben and I were invited to chaperone a church youth group hike. Per usual, we decided the morning of that we would do it and threw a few snacks, the camelbak, some Energy Bits, and clothes in the back of my car. After church, we picked up some subs to eat for a quick lunch.
We were told the hike would be pretty easy… this was only half-true. The first three-quarters of a mile is flat… the rest is a nice little incline, the whole way up.
In spite of the steep climb, it was totally worth it. Interested in doing the hike?
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Here are some views from the top….
Anyway, it turned out to be a great day for a hike and I am so glad we decided to go. This is definitely one of the harder hikes I have done, especially once we got closer to the top, but I felt good.
Hiking, yes or no? Favorite outdoor activity? Are you a last-minute person like me or a planner?
Sometimes, weird things happen to me. I can’t explain it, but they just…happen.
If you remember a few posts back, I had a little run-in with some flying food while on a run.
This morning’s attempt proved to be just as interesting.
I woke up at 4:45 am and immediately groaned, realizing that my alarm was set to go off in fifty-five minutes. I managed to go back to sleep until the familiar ringing began. Then, I thought I hit the snooze, but I didn’t. So I woke up with a start at 6:07 am.
“Oh NO!!! Why did I over-sleep?!” I thought.
I had missed my chance to get in the four and a half mile run I had planned on… but there was still time to run to the end of my road and back (a little over three miles).
I had this nagging feeling that I should go…
I then proceeded to get up, start to get dressed and then get back in bed…three times. Each time, that nagging feeling got worse and worse until I couldn’t take it any longer. It was as if someone was shouting at me, “GET UP!!!”
So I did. I layered up, grabbed my hat and found some good tunes.
I begrudgingly started down the driveway and turned onto the road.
Just as I was finding my stride, not even three minutes into my run, I noticed something out of the corner of my eye.
Standing in a field in front of me, was a horse.
Now, I realize that this doesn’t seem that strange due to the fact that I live a bit off the beaten path, however, there was no fence around this field, nor are there any barns on this particular patch of road.
“Well, this is interesting,” I thought.
Having grown up on a horse farm, I know the panic that strikes when you realize that your horse has gotten out.
As I stood there deciding what to do next, the horse ran across the road.
I quickly went over, grabbed his halter and led him back across the road to the big field he came from. He then trotted over to the house at the edge of the field, proceeded to scare their little dog and starting poking around their porch windows.
I knocked on the door….nothing. I knocked again… still nothing.
“Well NOW WHAT?!”
So I shooed the horse away from the house and tried to think.
I called Farmer Ben, who was very confused about the current predicament I was in, but nevertheless, he told me he was getting dressed and would be along shortly.
At that moment, standing in the middle of the field with my new friend, I finally saw where the horse had come from. There was a fence and a barn at the opposite end of the field.
I started to lead the horse in that direction. He got bored and trotted the other way, having only a halter to hold onto, I let him.
Upon reaching the fence, I looked around to see where he had gotten out but didn’t see any breaks.
My friend ran into another person’s backyard and started sniffing around the clothesline.
So I jogged up to the front door and knocked. Twice.
Nothing. Except their dog barking.
At that point, Ben pulled up in the Versa and the horse had trotted over to his fence.
Hopping in the car, I glanced back to see if he had gotten back in. He hadn’t.
I called a neighbor to see if he had the owner’s phone number. Fortunately he answered, unfortunately he didn’t have the number.
So we drove around the corner til we found what we thought was the right driveway. We walked up a small hill to discover that the driveway was in fact, on the other side of the house… oops.
I found the main door to the house and knocked. Nothing. I tried a few more times to no avail.
There was another fence connected to this one so I walked to the next driveway and happened to meet a woman coming out of her house.
When I asked if she had a horse, she looked at me like I had ten heads… after explaining the situation and pointing toward the fence/house, she informed me that it was her mother-in-law’s horse and would call her husband to go get him.
As Ben and I walked back to the car, we saw a garage door open and the horse’s owner stepped out.
“Can I help you?” she asked. Looking back, we probably looked pretty strange, walking around her yard before 7 am.
I then explained the whole thing.
“Oh…. how did he get out? ” she asked… then, after a few more questions, “Thank you for letting me know. Thank you.”
I then realized that it was late and I was going to have to rush to get to work on time so we said goodbye and good luck and headed home.
I made it work in the nick of time.
So, in short, I didn’t get my run in…but I did my good deed for the day. I’d like to think I was supposed to wake up late and miss my window for the slightly longer run…just so I’d be in the right place at the right time…
Regardless, I know that I won’t be questioning those weird feelings telling me to get out the door and run…I’m gonna go!
This morning, I woke up to sunshine. Golden rays streamed through our lace curtains and gently danced across our comforter. It’s been some time since I’ve been able to appreciate the wonder of waking up a few minutes before the alarm and basking in the quiet peace of dawn. Let me tell you, it was wonderful. Our room was full of that rejuvinating and quiet light that you can only find in the early morning, a perfect contrast to the coolness of the air on a spring day before the world awakens.
When I finally made it into the shower, I could hear Ben in the kitchen grinding coffee beans for our morning brew.
Brushing my teeth, I heard him watering our little sprouts that are perched on the dining room window sill, waiting to be planted in the garden.
As I drove to work, the sun was shining and one of my favorite songs was on the radio.
With all of these little blessings, I feel ready to take on the world.