We had the only canoes at the boat launch.
The campsites at Indian Lake are only accessible by water. Most people haul their gear out with motorboats; this is not only less draining time-wise but also easier on the body.
The edges of the two canoes sank lower and lower as we heaped in the gear and finally ourselves. “You sure you guys are going to make it?” asked the man working the boat launch. We had no doubt. Being no strangers to the outdoors, we had been on many adventures and felt comfortable holding a paddle.
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I step outside my car and take a deep breath in, soaking up the sun and fresh Adirondack air. Today, Plattsburgh, N.Y., is sunny and filled with life, a rare occurrence in my experience, considering the weather always seems as though it’s in a constant state of being hungover. The goal today: to walk along the Long Point Trail in Point Au Roche State Park.
Three peninsulas that jut out into Lake Champlain provide both a peaceful jaunt through the woods and an aesthetically pleasing view through the entire trek. The Long Point Trail is the longest walking path on the biggest peninsula Point Au Roche has to offer and is a personal favorite. Read more.
We slowly crept up to this tiny little shack in what seemed the middle of nowhere. I could notice my friends getting irritated.
“Where is it, anyway?” says Johnny McCarthy. “Is it even open?”
Before the peanut gallery stuffed in my sorority sister’s car could say another word, our eyes opened in anticipation. We noticed a sign on the floor that read, in white letters on top of a red canvas, “Clare and Carl’s.” We had found it. Finally. Read more.
