I've finally learned how to put the captions for photos above them instead of below. It'll read more naturally as you scroll down the blog posts. It took a bit of time, but I am hopefully now getting the hang of it.
I took more photos than usual this past weekend and will post them a few at a time. I'll start with pictures of the drive up through the high peaks region of the Adirondacks. The photo below is taken through my windshield on the highway heading north from Albany toward Montreal just as I neared the high peaks. It's a stunning sight in almost any season.
I exit the highway and begin my journey through the Adirondacks on Route 73. The first few mountains are small like the one below, but the highest peaks are nearby.
I stopped near the intersection of Routes 9 and 73 to take the dogs for a walk. I'd hoped to walk to a large stream close by, but we never made it. The vegetation, as you can see in the below photo, became too thick. I also found myself walking with bare legs through a very healthy patch of Poison Ivy. Luckily, I've never been allergic to it (or to Poison Oak). My grandmother in Oregon warned me not to press my luck. She said that no one in our family had been allergic to Poison Oak when they first moved westward, but repeated exposure caused a severe sensitivity.
Below, another photo of Wally pressing through the jungle.
Here the vegetation is so thick that I can't even tell which dogs are shown. Well, I can definitely identify Seamus and Fergus. But who is that third dog? Hmmm. Maybe there's more dogs beneath those green leaves.
This mild mannered mountainette was near the field where we walked. It seems like a friendly sort of hill.
I've written a lot about Wren not being able or willing to walk much. Her fat body is carried on tiny little legs and she's just not a hiker. But on this trip she came with us everywhere, a smile on her face and a wag in her tail.
We were almost to the river when I snapped the photo below. It was lovely, but the rocks, thick vegetation and Poison Ivy combined to discourage us.
At the Keane air field (and when they say field, they mean field!), there's a weekly farmers market. It's so well attended and crowded that I haven't stopped. One of these days, though, I'll stop and see what they're selling.
And lastly, the scene as I round the bend which opens up the view of the much photographed Cascade Lakes. Route 73 here is narrow, winding and quite close to the lakes. That's it just to the right. This is definitely one photo to click and enlarge.
I'll post more pictures of the drive northward tomorrow. It was lovely.