I had to drive almost all the way to Canada to finally see some fall color, but man was it worth the trip. There were reds and purples that I've never seen on a tree before.
I also climbed my very first mountain! The peak of Whiteface Mountain, home of the 1980 olympic ski runs, is 4, 867 ft high. Ok, so I didn't climb the entire way. There's actually a road that goes almost all the way to the summit and then you can hike the last 1/5th of a mile to the top. Sounds like a cakewalk, right? Not so much. By hike, they really mean balance precariously as you jump from boulder to boulder without proper handrails 4,600 feet up.
Above: .20 miles of mountain goat action
Below: See? I really did make it! Check out the colors in the background.
I did manage to put my feet in the real Lake Placid.
Should have skipped that experience. It was freezing!
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