Saturday,October 3

Fortunately we woke up alive this morning. After finding that bizarre motel in North Albany, NY, I wasn't sure what would happen. We left early—at 8 am-- not hanging around the strange place. I had asked for our money back yet again, and promised I would write the health department, so they were quite glad to get rid of me.

Our first stop was Glen Falls, but it was raining so we headed into the Adirondack National Park, 6 million acres of mountains and beautiful fall color. We drove north to Brant Lake, then took HWY 8 to HWY 28 to the upper Hudson River, and the Indian River. We were traveling a road that was built in 1850, although it was a very modern road. Following the Sacandaga River, we finally bordered a lake by the same name. We moved in and out of the fog, always appreciating the beautiful color on the sides of the road. At Amsterdam we grabbed the freeways to drive southwest to Binghamton, NY, and a clean motel without mice or backward New Yorkers. While Maryann did laundry, Chuck watched football. As I record the day he is well into his 2nd game. Sadly, many Pac 10 games won't begin until we are asleep.