Towards Lake Placid

I'm really sad to to leave Forked Lake (For-ked) this morning. It's a special place and its been too many years since I was here the last time. There was a gentle rain all night, enough to wash up the dusty Sylver Gypsy. I headed out to Tupper Lake, to a place called The Wild Center. Also known as the Natural History Museum of the Adirondacks. There were so many people here, perhaps due to the clearing rain. The exhibits were wonderful, if you could get close to them, inbetween the crowds. I did watch a film about Paul M.Wyer, a British composer who created a choral composition specifically for this forested area. It was a short walk through this moss filled pine forest, with speakers throughout, playing his original composition. I met a woman who said her stepdaughter was one of the vocalist. The music was haunting and inspiring, and enjoyed best in solitude. The suggestion even states walking into this area without conversation. However, too many did not follow those rules, unfortunately. Until school is in section, there won't be a break to the commotion. However, this was my favorite part of this experience. I went on to Lake Placid, and for the afternoon, I was an Olympian. The 1980 winter Olympics took place here. I took an elevator 26 stories up to the top of the ski jump and as suspected it was a dizzying height looking down where the Olympians would start their ski jump. I am not fond of heights, and this was definitely out of my comfort zone. But wow, I am impressed with the courage of these athletes. I also saw the podium were the Olympians would have received their metals. The elevation in this part of the Adirondacks is much higher, so skiing is a popular sport during the winter. I managed to find a site within the park system that offers free boondocking-dry camping. I'm hoping for a peaceful night as just parking here is deafening silence, which is fine by me. This forest could have been where the hobbits live.

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