It was minus 20 with flurries this morning in Ottawa. Skiing would be cold.
Snow Crystals glinting in the sunshine brightened our day as Sue, Helen and I drove towards the St Lawrence River at Cornwall. Two big bridges to convey us to the USA, plus a magnificent old structure that is being dismantled.
Three month visas were granted with a rare gesture of pleasantness from the staff on the border.
New York State - deserted farm buildings amongst farmland and forestry. Snow flurries with spindrift.
Through Malone we went, and into the Adirondack area with its lakes, forests and mountains. The forests are laden with snow and a haze of blizzardy spindrift, with little sign of the lakes and none of the mountains.
Past washboard houses in pale shades of grey and green and blue.
Past an ice castle at Saranac Lake, then at last a pause - at Dunkin Donuts for lunch.
On then to our home for the night in the small town of Lake Placid, over which tower a couple of massive ski jumps that were used in the 1980 Winter Olympics.
After a brief and slightly alarming interlude involving a local bank, we drove up to the Cascades ski centre. A compact area where a series of narrow trails led us to a clearing.
Susan and Roy were there, having driven up from Glastonbury (Connecticut) this morning. Well, Susan only really passed briefly through her home, having commenced her journey in Tasmania yesterday.
We managed to clock up a fun filled 10 km of skiing in a couple of hours on the excellent trails, before adjourning for beers/coffees etc, then back to the hotel, and a happy evening in a Rustic Restaurant before a walk home in the snow.
Meanwhile, Ken was busy installing himself in a massive dormitory in preparation for the weekend's CSM (Canadian Ski Marathon).
Sent from Placid Bay Inn