Really one more fun morning like this with the peanut butter and banana pancakes watching the sun rise. Two more mornings if you count Sunday but no giggles as I’ll be heading back home that is after maybe finishing up the last uncompleted section of the Adirondack Rail Trail from Lake Placid to Saranac Lake and then ultimately driving my big jacked up truck home. Then it’s just back to being the Grevious Angel. I do love Gram Parsons and Karen Dalton. All this folk music, bike riding and well 34 percent THC grass, is about memories of the giggles but like anything it will come to an end.
I really spend too much time dreaming of the future 🔮 and not seizing the day today. It’s going to be a beautiful day and not so cold ❄️ like yesterday with the wind roaring 🌬️as I was at Tupper Lake. It was fine as I didn’t want to dilly dally too much but instead find a nice campsite on Floodwood Road or Little Green Pond. I ended up at the Campsite 13 near East Pine Pond, which is really perfect as there is no other campsites nearby so I can listen to music 🎶, smoke pot and have fires 🔥, oh and yeah carry my kayak to Pine Pond or drive the 1/3rd mile to the Rollins Pond Loop – and I’m only a third of a mile from the Adirondack Rail Trail. 🚂 Eight miles north of Tupper and 16 miles east of Saranac Lake. I know, yesterday afternoon after setting up camp and frying up some onions I rode out to Saranac Lake.
That said, the campsite isn’t perfect. 👌 The trees mean I won’t have a lot of sunshine ☀️ for solar, and my cell service is spotty here, though good enough for streaming radio 📻 – I like having entertainment at camp especially as I didn’t download a bunch of audio books and podcasts like I often do when I’m heading up to remote parts of the Adirondacks without cell service 🔕 like up along NY 8 and East Branch. Might head up there after Thanksgiving, depends on cold and snow. No outhouse at this site, I set up the bucket shitter. 🦆 The loons are loud this morning at this campsite. I kind of liked those sites on Little Green Pond, as they are scenic, with more sun and good cell reception but I was set up on Floodwood, and with the proximity to the St. Regis Canoe Area Lakes and the location on rail trail, this is probably a better location. Not knowing if I would have anything to listen, I got Eve Saub’s Year with No Garbage, about living the zero-waste life. A little more serious then just having fires and burning it and going to transfer station once a year, and definately an ideal though I don’t think tossing the occasional wrapper in the fire 🔥 is the worse thing ever. Though why pay for something you’re literally turning into toxic black smoke? 🗑️
It’s funny, I did not intend to go all the way out to Saranac Lake but sometimes when you start riding the bike, 🚲 you end up just going farther then expected. The Adirondack Rail Trail, even for a rail grade, is remarkably flat with only the gentlest of inclines. Plus it’s brand new stone dust, so it’s incredibly smooth. There are some nice wilderness sections in the St. Regis Canoe Area though most of it is more developed then you think – a lot of cabins and houses sprung up along the rail lines over the years. It really isn’t quite as much wilderness as the roads around the Bog River Flow.
I actually ended up not turning the lights on my bike on until I was back to Floodwood Road about quarter to seven, just because while it was dark, I both wanted to save the batteries on my light which haven’t been charged for a while, and because I wanted to see more of the wilderness after dark. When I got back, I scrambled up some eggs and canned tomatoes with sweet onions and some Frank’s Hot Sauce (ha! I remembered the name – not Mike’s Hot Sauce), and they were very good. 🥚 Those Extra Large Giroux Poultry Farms eggs were good, I don’t know why, maybe I was hungry and stoned, or maybe they actually taste better then the cheap eggs I usually get from Wally World packaged in Styrofoam that I always recycle into black smoke. 🔥 I did not have a fire last night, though I did get firewood – there actually is a fair amount if you walk a short distance from camp.
Today’s plans are to ride down to Tupper Lake via the Rail Trail. 🚉 🚴 I am thinking I will poke around Tupper for the balance of the day and then ride back to camp – I don’t know around 4 PM or so. I have some more data jobs to do for my other work job today, though I’m waiting on approval on the export request. I did one last night, dang laptop 🖥️ battery was dead in the cold, so I ended up having to start up Red 🔋 and idle the truck while I pulled power to run my laptop. Breathing in all that carbon monoxide as the truck rumbled and ran the various scripts and checked outputs. 🖨️ You know that shit goes. I might do Arab Mountain Firetower, a lot depends on the time and my mood – that’s a few miles west of Tupper Lake – and it’s a mile or so hike to the top. Tomorrow I want to actually use my kayak, for once, 🛶 and paddle around Rollins Pond Loop or at least East Pine Pond, which I am right next to. Then Sunday, of course, Lake Placid, ride to Saranac Lake, then drive through the yuppie/greenie high peaks with all the physical fitness people and then get on the Northway and make a b-line home. But again, too much of a focus on the future, lol. 😁
Well, maybe I should smoke a little more pot, get picked up, and swap out my jeans. 👖 Yesterday, peeing I jammed my jean zipper on my boxers, and ripped off the zipper. Hell of it was these jeans aren’t super stained or worn, but they’re also two or so years ago – they were one of the ones I bought after I lost all that weight. So yeah without a zipper and these loose and wornout boxers, my dick was flapping around in the wind, in the cold, riding back to camp in the wilderness. It was cold, but there wasn’t anybody really on the Rail Trail except around Saranac Lake, and I’m on the bike, roaring along as it was getting dark, so I doubt anybody knew I was a man. That said, I don’t want my dip stick to freeze off, because someday, I might decide to settle down, meet a girl and besides raising hogs and chickens were her, have some fun in bed. 🛏️ God bless the grass and the wilderness. Maybe when I own my own land I’ll want cows too. 🐮 There was so many deer 🦌 along the rail trail with all that grass. Especially around dusk.