TOP LEFT: Gary's incredibly cool patch for scaling Mt Phelps
TOP RIGHT: Bob, AKA "The Nair Hiker" (who wears short shorts?.....) by Indian Peak and Ausable chasm
LEFT: Bob and waitress Margarita discuss the size of Bob's Burrito
After two days of hiking, we spent the entire evening at a great mexican eatery in Saranac Lake. There, we were fortunate to come across Margarita Sanchez de Hidalgo, our new favorite waitress. Margarita had such incredible lines as "I'm from Syracuse you morons", "I'd rather cut off my left ear than be seen out with you" and "If you call me Margarita again I'll dump a plate of jalapenos in your eyes". Bob, forgetting his FCC fetish for a brief moment, fell in love again. Unfortunately, his Visa bouncing, coupled with his pocketful of alimony receipts didn't help his cause. He was however able to get an extra bowl of chips free, so we considered it a moral victory and went home feeling like winners.
The next day we started out with a visit to "The NoonMark Cafe", a local historical diner that Bob had been raving about for days. Of course, it was Bike Week (think hells angels and motorcycles) in Lake George, so we pulled in with our little subaru, and, unfortunately for us, Bob in his "Nair" hiking shorts. Now, I'm not one to embellish any details, but let's just say that when Bob ordered a "big sausage" with his eggs, the biker guys certainly perked up. We barely got the car doors locked before the crew of them caught us. If we wanted that kind of abuse we'd go back and see Margarita!
We did a full day hiking, then stopped back to the NoonMark to have a piece of their world famous pie ("It's all about the pie"). Personally, I think Bob was just after seeing the biker guys again, but anyhow the pie was in fact damned good. I had 3 pieces, Bob 5, and waitress Edna took great care of us.
Two interesting experiences on today's hike: Trail maintenance and Bladder evacuation. We ran across a couple trail maintenance guys deep in the mountain. They had saws and hammers and similar implements, and were cutting down trees left and right. They apparently volunteer for this, and were having the time of their lives; no power tools, just wilderness saws and a passion to cut things down. Bob got a bikini wax from them as long as they had some time to kill; not too shabby a job, and they only went through 3 sawblades.
The other interesting thing was that Bob apparently has the bladder of a 90 year old pregnant woman. He must have pee'd about every 30 minutes, which, actually was good for me as it gave me 5 minutes to catch up on the trail. I'm NOT going to introduce him to kayaking; he'd probably fill up a cockpit (hmm, that's why they call it that...) in an hour out on the lake.
Friday Gill finally arrived, and we finished with an ascent of Cascade Mtn, another stunning peak. When we got up top, soaked to the skin from sweating with sore legs, we came across 2 paraplegics in wheelchairs, having a bottle of chardonnay and some cheese. Guess it's time to start turning up the training....
Tonite, on to the Erie Canal for the next of our kayak weekends.
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