Scene outdoors

Glorious weather has arrived in the Adirondacks. It’s time to play outdoors. We took two ferries to ride our bikes on the causeway in Lake Champlain. It’s a great ride spanning several miles on a narrow strip of roadway that was an old railroad line. A bike ferry takes you across a small gap in the path. We made it a 30 mile round trip ride by starting at the Plattsburgh ferry.

Tim is on a “Swim 47 Adk Lakes” quest and we headed down to Blue Mountain Lake, where we also visited the oddly named, Adirondack Experience. They have a great boat exhibit with a fully restored Idem class boat.

One of my favorite exhibits was found in an outdoor gazebo. It was an empty picture frame with a view of the lush scenery.

After the museum we swam in Blue Mountain Lake, where the water temp was 70 degrees. I’m still wearing a wetsuit and the swim was lovely. We had dinner in reverse. First, ice cream at Hosses in Long Lake, then pizza and a beer at Paradox brewery. So much for burning off calories!

During a fairly big rainstorm, the beaver dam on the mountain next to our house failed. Tim thought he heard an engine running and went to check it out. This is usually a small stream. It became a raging river. We did not swim in it.

I keep trying to grow peonies to no avail.

I did not grow this one. My sister in law gave me a cutting. I forgot I had left it in my 88 degrees car, while I worked all day. I put it in a little water and it has been in full bloom for over a week. I transplanted my patch of peonies because Tim always threatened to mow them down. Time will tell if they like their new spot.

I like my spot.

Best dam, beavers

Someone has busy around here. We took a walk up the hill out back and saw an amazing engineering project. It raised the pond level by 5 feet. These were no small branches used to shore it up. They must have had help.

Lady of the Lake

The next day we took a walk up the hill across the road. The path seems to have grown longer and steeper than I remember. So I distracted myself, and Tim, by looking down. And here is what I saw.

And then this.

Maybe a Mabey Bridge

 

The bridge separating from shore

 

 

We spoke with engineers last week about our closed bridge.  I thought they told us we may be  getting a new bridge.  Or we were maybe getting a bridge.  But what they were actually talking about was a Mabey Support Bridge as a stopgap measure.  It seems like it arrives, prefabricated and is rolled over the new bridge relying on a longer portion of the road as its support.   It’s a good thing too because the rain we had the past couple of days is really undermining the support and the adjacent road.  Our neighbors walked home last night and luckily missed this new gaping 15 foot deep hole.

 

 

 

Since the High Peaks were closed this weekend, we explored our backyard and the views were beautiful.   We walked up to a very large beaver pond behind our house.  The dam raised the water level by six feet and the beavers had worked on some enormous trees.  Now it explains why I heard a tree fall one day from home.

The view above our house

Beaver dam with pond behind it

 

Tim dwarfed by an abandoned log

Tree fungi

 

What would a beaver outing be without some fungi?

Whose stool?