Entering New England
When I met Jesus in the Adirondacks.
Leaving the Adirondacks was simplified like boiled down sugar; sweet and finally peaks on the East Coast. Nothing comparable to the Rockies, but truly definitely mountainous. A ferry from Plattsburgh to Vermont was speedy, cool from lake winds, and photolicious, and upon hitting ground on the VT side of Champlaigne, we could immediately tell we […]
We took the first left into Saranac, home of the similarly-named craft beer, and parked in the first on street parking space available. I exited the Bus as Lady began promptly releaving her boob from its blousy chamber to feed a ready-for-lunch baby who’d proved himself to be a dream traveler over this past week […]