THE POOR OLD MOOSE!

Pity the poor American Moose.  Since I left Saskatchewan, I have yet to see a Moose Crossing Sign on the highway.  I guess our American cousins don't have the same love and affection for these noble creatures.  Yet, on thinking about it - Sign or no sign, I would probably either hit a moose or I wouldn't.

Since we left Ann's home in Sharon Tuesday morning we have been travelling the highways and biways of upstate New York - where campgrounds and tourist information is sparse to be generous.  We have overnighted in State Parks which are pretty basic - no cell, no power, no water, no sewer but plenty of incredible little lakes, wonderful highways and just enough gas stations to set my mind at rest.

Yesterday we went to Somewhere.  It is right between Rochester and Tupper Lake and it is actually a town.

Today we reached Lake Placid and plan to spend a couple of days exploring the Olympic venues and taking a look at the cute little gift shops and attractions.  Just for fun we plan to do the Bobsled ride tomorrow.  This is breathtaking country  - the photo above is a gorge close to our campground.  Saturday, we're heading to Stowe Vermont so we can sign on the mountain and then, by Monday we should be pigging out on lobster in Maine.  However, that could change in a flash.  We seem to have an inate ability to discover adventures by accident and those can take us off in a totally new direction.

To be continued.......