Sometimes you just have to step back and laugh about the situation. Example: Say you were going to go to a cabin for the night, some place just outside of the city, just to take a few breaths of fresh air. You make all the arrangements (car, food, wine) and then you get up early in the morning and hit the road. As you are driving you finally receive the directions to the cabin, and low and behold you are not 1 hour away, but 6 more hours away. 6! Tanner, Jackie, Shan, and I ended up near Canada (not hyperbole) 7 hours away from the city. As it turns out the Adirondacks are extremely beautiful, and we now have seen much of the very green upstate New York area. Luckily the drive was extremely scenic, because there were 7 hours of it watch go by.
Ok, beyond the fiasco of not being anywhere close to where we thought it was, the trip was actually quite nice, here is how the story goes:
After being cooped up on our island for so long we decided it was time to go and get some fresh air in our lungs. Tanner and I spent some time finding an available cabin to rent out for just one night, we would have loved to spend more time away but between all of our schedules there was only 1 night to be found mutually free. We located a quaint cabin in the Catskills, so we thought, which was an easy 2 hours away. Early out there, enjoy the morning, afternoon, and evening, and then get quickly back into the city the next day. Well it didn’t actually work out that way, but at least we still got an adventure out of it.
Mimnaugh, the name of our trusty Mazda 3 hatchback. This little guy came to us from the people at Zipcar! He was actually a real joy to drive, and after not being behind the steering wheel for over 8 months now it was extremely refreshing to cruise the open roads. I had a really good time driving.
The Olympic Cafe, the first stop on our journey out to the cabin was for breakfast. Fortunately we found a lovely little town centered around what could only be described as the world’s most ultimate diner. I do not give it this rating for the amenities, appearance, or location, but rather for the meal that was presented to us. Tanner and I of course had to order the signature dish of the diner ‘The Olympic’ which even after the disclaimer from our waitress blew our minds. Brought to us on 2 plates per person was a feast fit only for gold medalists: 3 Pancakes, Slab of Ham, 2 links of sausage, 3 pieces of bacon, 3 scrambled eggs, 4 toast wedges, and hash browns. I tried to take a picture of it, but there is not a camera capable of taking a picture of that scale. After our bypasses at the attached emergency room, we continued on our journey north.
After what seemed an infinite amount of miles, we finally pulled up to the cabin, and even though it was already 6 pm, it was clear that the trip had been worth it. Perched on the edge of a serene pond nestled into thick forest, the cabin was picturesque. From the wrap around porch to the fire pit, everything was exactly how it should be. We wasted no time getting settled in cracking a beer within 10 seconds of stepping out of the car. We quickly pulled out the chips, salsa, and canoe for an unparalleled combo. The lake was a wonderful warm temperature with water so clear you could see the bottom even at it’s deepest. We spent the evening canoeing across the miniature lake.
The rest of the night was spent around the campfire cooking, enjoying wine, and watching the meteor shower. Enjoying simply being away from the city. It was nice to actually put on a long sleeve shirt and jeans. It was obvious by the next morning how badly we needed to get out of the city.
The next morning we were back in the car by 7:45 AM and headed back towards the city. All and all it turned out to be a supreme fiasco, and a lovely getaway. Visual Description: