Lake Champlain

7/3/12         

        Thick fog crept in during the night and greeted us when we woke. In no hurry to leave, we broke camp leisurely, and drove up the Mt. Mansfield toll road as far as it allowed. We hiked up the trail over barren rock in brisk wind.   

Primate On VT High Point.

        From Vermont's high point, 4,393 feet, the views of forested landscape in every direction seemed endless, included Lake Champlain to the west which stretched north to south as far as we could see. Beyond the lake lay New York and the Adirondack Mountains. An easy hike down brought us to the car, passing a multitude of individuals going up as we went.

        "Too many people," Primate muttered.

        I felt glad to be leaving.

        Primate drove us across Vermont in search of that historic lake we saw from atop Mt. Mansfield. Smells of the countryside alternated between the ripened odor of cow pens and the sweet fragrance of summer foliage in bloom. On the Vermont side of the new bridge at Port Henry, Lake Champlain, we parked on an obsolete ferry car-ramp and walked down to the lake where we called it the low point of Vermont.

        Dr. Bobo proclaimed, "Vermont high and low points, in one day."

        Then, we  crossed into New York and stopped near Lake Placid where we secured a campsite for the night, set up camp and went into town for dinner and refreshment.

        "Big yuppie town," Primate said.

        Low points - twenty-three; high points - eighteen. I read the odometer - 135 miles.