Thursday, October 8, 2015
33 degrees when I woke up today on Long Lake, the bright of fog and a half mile walk to the diner for bacon and eggs. I love this day. Then to Paul Smiths for an off-road adventure, listening to K. Sridhar and K. Shivakumar, the experience of color nearly psychotropic. Off road a few miles in I began to run into pools of sand, adrenaline level rising and knots beginning to form in my calves, the front end shuddering wildly almost washing out for the third time until I realized that I hadn’t been riding on light colored dirt at all but sand wet and packed from last night’s rain, now beginning to dry in the brilliant sun. Definitely not up for miles of soft sand, alone, in the Adirondack woods, not a car for miles so I turned the bike around, and rutted the rear wheel. Twenty minutes and six or so feet later I was exhausted, so I paused for a few minutes to rest, took time also to consider whether or not I should google black bear scat, and reasoned that if I saw the bear or bears that left those piles I’d probably get real good at riding in sand real fast. A half hour later I was well on my way to Malone (why not) by way of fantastic twisted and broken county and other back roads, High on Fire now seeming the perfect accompaniment to the spectacular foliage streams lakes and several reluctantly inconvenienced ruffed grouses (okay that I googled; okay that I also later edited from roughed to ruffed) that shared this experience with me. I arrived in Malone, 10 miles short of the Canadian border and 12 miles left in my reserve tank and found my inside jacket pocket empty when I went to fill the tank, you know, the pocket where I always keep my wallet. Now I’m finishing an unfinishably huge plate of hot open face turkey sandwich with gravy stuffing cranberry sauce and dreamy mac and cheese at Nancy’s Cafe here in Malone, wondering if I have in fact enough cash to make it all the way home fuck it, I love this day.
Monday, October 12, 2015
The next day it rained. When it let up a little, around 3 o’clock, I took off towards Tahawus Road and up the Upper Works Road to the High Peaks trailhead, passing by the McIntyre Furnace, once powered in part by the headwaters of the Hudson, along the way. There I took these photographs.
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Tahawus, New York: 2015.