Thousand Island...The Place, Not the Dressing.

We are on our last night in the great state of New York before we cross the border.  We have been advised by some to look directly into the border patrols eyes, also, do not get the giggles.  Some reports state that we will need to eat through, or throw out all produce and eggs.  So, at this point we have NO fresh produce (with the exception of a few apples).  I'm keeping my fingers crossed that the HUGE bottle of whiskey Jason bought me will make it through!  The Adirondacks are so beautiful.  We hiked up to the lookout on Bear Mountain yesterday, and I was so enamored by the fern meadows that coated the sunny sides of the mountain.  So very different from the bald face granite in N.H.'s White Mountains.  On our way back from the hike we caught sight of a red fox scurrying into the forest.  So stealthy and quiet! I was a little nervous at the campground on Cranberry Lake.  There were many warnings about black bears, and the ranger warned us when we arrived that they had just been spotted around the campground earlier in the day!!!  Here at Wellesley Island the only thing to look out for are the osprey.  Guess the bears haven't made the swim over yet.
Tomorrow morning we will set out for Canada.  The drive to the next destination should take around four hours.  Not too bad.  We are not sure yet how long we will stay in Canada.  Depends on if we dip back through Michigan, Minnesota or North Dakota.

Our final farewell!

Oh, Those Green Mountains.  We went right through those!  Up and down!

Where we are currently staying.

The land across the way is Canada.

Time to make some pizza.  Dough is all risen.

Mmmmmm.....

The boys playing catch.

Fiona and I tried in vain to make this fire burn!

Fulcrum lesson.  Anyone need a quick lesson?

My lovely washer!

This handsome young devil was in the laundry room!  And I think he's a scientist judging from the t-shirt!!!

A little ass-whooping while the laundry was getting done.

Maybe someone can lend me some clarity on this illustration from the pinball machine.

Their eyes say it all.  "Ethan/ Fiona, I would love to push you in the lake...gently, of course."