On our way from Montreal to Gettysburg, PA, we saw a sign to Lake Placid so we took a detour. It seemed to take forever, through snaking roads through mountains and forests and we were a bit worried that if Lake Placid turned out to be a dump we had a long way to go back to civilisation.

We worried needlessly. It is a lovely town that twice hosted the winter olympics and had great lodges and motels. We stayed in one next to the Mirror Lake. We took the photo shown above at dusk as we heading out to a local blues bar for dinner.

The crappy photo below was taken on the way back. I wonder if the bourbons I consumed with dinner had something to do with the problem I had keeping the camera steady?