The Final Leg Of The Journey Home

Heading home from a visit to the farm, I was driving south on Route 9N in the Adirondacks. The views from this two lane highway were terrific:

We were approaching the intersection with Route 73 in Keene, New York, from which I'd pick up the main highway back to Albany. I wanted to find a place to give the dogs a rest stop before we joined the heavy traffic on I87. But for time being at least, the traffic on Route 9N was still light and the scenery was grand:

The two Papillon puppies, Daphne and Clover, were resting on the seat next to me:

When I arrived at the campsite where we most often take our rest breaks, I found 3 or 4 parked cars and campers enjoying their weekend. So I drove on and stopped at a grassy lane which leads into the woods which I'd discovered last year. I let the dogs out and they were ecstatic. Wally and Winky ran in the sunshine:

Daphne and Clover found an interesting smell in one spot, while Fergus and Wally stopped at another fascinating aroma in another spot. It's important to dogs to "read the local newspaper:"

Big ol' Seamus trotted ahead and it wasn't long before his little buddy, Clover, ran up to join him:

We were in a grassy lane surrounded by forest with mountains all around us. The sun was shining and the crickets were singing their autumn songs. It was a marvelous experience:

I took one video of the dogs enjoying this final rest stop in the sun:



I loaded the dogs back into the car and began the final leg of the trip. But since we'd left early, I decided to turn off the highway and visit the Adirondack Buffalo Farm. They have a viewing platform alongside the road:

The Bison were fairly close and living out their lives in a peaceful, serene setting:

There was one other family enjoying the views and they found my little red car filled with dogs interesting also:

I went into the gift shop thinking I might buy some Bison meat. But I saw no price list and reverted to the old adage, "If you have to ask, you can't afford it." So I got back into the car and began the final, less peaceful part of the journey home. It had been a wonderful visit to the farm and the drive up there and back was a big part of the joy:

Route 9N In The Northeast Adirondacks

I was driving home from the farm through the northern Adirondacks with all six dogs in the car. I'd wanted to take a closer look at the town of Jay, New York and hoped to find an interesting "downtown" area. I found nothing of the sort, so turned south on Route 9N and headed back toward Keene, New York where I'd join Route 73, the route I most often take. I may not have found much of interest in Jay, but the scenery along the road was magnificent:

There wasn't much traffic, so I was easily able to pull over to the shoulder of the road to snap photos. And there were lots of scenic places I wanted pictures of:

An old fashioned split rail fence:

And a mountain behind one of the horse fences:

Whiteface Mountain off in the distance:

I found this scene exceptionally lovely, but by then the traffic was increasing and I wasn't able to stop. I found a place to turn the car around and drove back to snap this photo:

Mountains framed the hay fields in almost every direction:

We were driving southward toward Giant Mountain, Rocky Peak Ridge, Noonmark, and many of the most popularly hiked peaks. That's some of them straight ahead:

I saw a parking area alongside the road and pulled over to give myself a break and look more closely at the natural beauty of the area. There was a bubbling, babbling brook running along the parking area down in that brushy area. A farm field was just beyond that, followed by more forest, followed by more high peaks:
A brief video of this peaceful scene:



A small river flowed quietly past one end of the parking area. Jerusalem Artichokes bloomed along its banks:

Because it was so close to the highway, I didn't let the dogs out. But I certainly enjoyed the quiet beauty and serenity of the scene:

But I still had many miles yet to drive, so I snapped one more photo, got back into the car and continued my journey: