Sept. 3,4,5th 2016
For the Holiday weekend, we took a little trip down Memory Lane with a visit to Mark's hometown and youth stomps.Lake George
First stop....BREAKFAST at the Turning Stone Resort.
After the 3 hour drive we hit up the village of Lake George. The weekend was CROWDED!!!
I took this one off youtube.
We did a the complete Lake George Village loop Main strip/lake and shore line/more shops, past the Fort, and up the side road to our car. We had scored an awesome parking spot that had over an hour of parking still in the meter, but time was surly ticking down!!! Our few extra quarters would NOT save us from a ticket for sure.
As one heads back towards Queensbury/Glens Falls area from Lake George one is subject to the MAIN strip of traffic. On this road there are more stores, a water park, horse rides, the outlet malls, eateries, Great Escape Lodge and theme Park, lots and lots of hotels and just off this main road and down a ways is the Lake George RV resort.
I have been longing for an RV since Barbie's plastic camper days...but it was only within the last year that I got the hubby even considering the idea of purchasing one. Knowing that we would HAVE one someday and that this was an area we know we would be back to someday. I suggested that we take a look at this RV resort in the heart of everything Lake George. We were granted a drive though pass and the ground were AMAZING!!! Pools, sport courts, stores, restaurants, nice sites (well most of them, there were some in the lower area towards the back of the resort that were super tiny and even some that were in a parking lot.) It looks to be everything Luxury RV living can be. Yep!!! Then I looked at the PRICE!!! WOAH!!!!
Next.....we humbly went to our hotel...Mark's mother was meeting us there as she had come up earlier to spend time with her friends. Not to much to say about our hotel. So I wont.
We still had to make plans for the evening and even though my goal was to do something different from our usual Lake George visits, I knew one thing I wanted to do that we had done before at that was to have dinner at George's. Quick call for reservations and we were all set.
Coopers Cave. Every time I had visited the area I noted one of those signs on the road Tourist Attraction: Coopers Cave. I just never checked it out. Being that I was trying to do NEW things on this trip. I encouraged Mark to take me.
I never read Last of the Mohicans, and I haven't seen the movie, I may have had a better appreciation of this "attraction" had I, but for all the hype...it was rather disappointing.
I am guessing this is the cave. At least the Hudson River was pretty. This is an area in the river where the water flows both directions often creating a whirlpool. You can see it just slightly in the picture.
So here you go!!!! I caught ALL of it in these few pictures.
History of Glens Falls from wiki:
The Feeder Canal– Across from this historic canal is a hydro-electric power-plant on the Hudson River at Glens Falls. The canal was created circa 1820 to feed water into the Champlain Canal. During the early 19th century, the New York State Canal System was crucial to the development of the state's economy. Lime, marble, lumber, and agricultural commodities were shipped from Glens Falls from the docks at the base of Canal Street.
Mark informed me of facts or at least interestingly interpreted local lore as we drove. I may not have become better historically informed but I was enlightened on what areas where reaching in the depths of the dating pool when one was dating a certain girl from one of the local areas. (I can't remember which town we drove through that he had referred to, and I would NOT want to hurt any of those ladies feelings anyways,)
Once we did the drive from the river, we drove past a few of Mark's personal favorites, a drive down Memory Lane;
"Talk of the Town" restaurant, the car wash he once worked at, "Bunker Hill", apparently the equivalent to my teen aged drinking party spots, The cheapest hot dog place ever....actually there were a few hot dog places he pointed out, one was a drive up place and one is the home of the Dirt Dog,....a fly by past his High School, the junkyard turned playground his Grandfather once owned, We viewed his childhood home and those of his buddy's growing up. He enjoyed telling me stories and I enjoyed listening. (I know, I heard many of them before, but he enjoys the memory so I listen,). He drives down the "Street of Dreams" (Downtown Glen's Falls) laughing about the OTB moving one block down and accross the street. (Aparently the preious location was attracting to many criminals.)
The evening sets in and we get the last bit of day light with a stop at Martha's!!! Absolutely the best ice cream EVER!!!
We had stayed at a hotel that offered a free breakfast, which we filled up on before getting ready to head to Saratoga Springs. Traditionally we have taken on the Track by finding a shady spot on the grounds. This year Mark's mother had purchased club house seats. (I am so glad she did...the LINES to get in were INSANE!) We breezed right past General Admission and got right in...but first,
We decided on a little sight seeing of Saratoga's main street and tourist area.
The main street like many small quaint towns is lined with stores and eateries. We were fortunate to find a parking place and began exploring.
We were early in regards to post time which wasn't until 1pm. We never could have anticipated the amount of people that would already be there nearly three hours before the first bell rang. Parking was a nightmare.
We actually had to park so far away we took a school bus into the main gate. That was a first!
This is a picture from the website giveaway 2016 page. Nice yes?
From the club house we could walk right down onto the track front and get a view up close. Below picture is a view of the original track seating. (Where we are).
I have three ways of picking a horse. 1.The name stands out, 2. He happens to be #9, and 3. its ridden by a jockey I have heard of. I will admit though I generally pick a horse just before the race begins, and I have been disappointed I haven't thrown money down. Sometimes I pick the horse by his behavior in the paddock. Perky or even a little rebellious is often my pick. Its hard to pick the prettiest one cause they are all so beautiful.
I got a picture of this as we headed towards the exit. Love the art over an archway leading to the track.