Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Adirondacks journey - heading north in a snowstorm
December 19th was the day of the worst snow in New York for a couple of years or so. I wasn’t here to get the news on exactly how bad it was, as I drove to Hague in the Adirondacks that day. I was assured that there had been no snow up there when I went to pick up my rental Ford Focus, and they were expecting a very few inches. But the estimated 4 ¼ hour drive ended up taking 10 hours, as I went large stretches doing under 25mph, on unlit, icy roads, with blinding snow severely limiting my view. We would find out later that the area had 15-17” of snow.
The first local road we got on after leaving I-81, County Road 11, started with a steep hill. It was so icy that half way up, we were barely edging up the hill even though the speed was registering as 40 mph. We could smell the burning rubber from the smoke kicked up from the tyres, and I had serious doubts that we would make it all the way up. And it was so profoundly dark that I really didn’t know how long the hill was. Fortunately, we did make it!
The next 21 miles took an hour on narrow, windy roads with rarely more than 5 yads visibility. But as hyper-alert as I was to the roads, I was also blown away by the gothic beauty of snow-laden tree branches overhanging the road in a near continuous arch. And although I couldn’t look off-road too often, I couldn’t help but notice the lights shimmering from the houses, off of the lakes. Jan described some of what I was missing – she was absolutely loving the romance of it all.
Before we arrived at Trout House, our wonderful and truly romantic destination, we did get stuck in snow. We were trying to follow the directions that were being given to us by Scott, the owner of Trout House, but didn’t realise we were on the wrong road. We thought we had reached our destination and pulled in to a driveway which we couldn’t pull back out of.
Scott left the comfort of his home to come out and help us, but his muscle added to mine was insufficient. And then Donny appeared in a monster pick-up truck and happily stopped to help us. Hague is one of those sleepy little towns where everyone knows and is friends with everyone else, and that really worked to our benefit. We finally walked into our beautiful cabin after 12:15am.
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The first local road we got on after leaving I-81, County Road 11, started with a steep hill. It was so icy that half way up, we were barely edging up the hill even though the speed was registering as 40 mph. We could smell the burning rubber from the smoke kicked up from the tyres, and I had serious doubts that we would make it all the way up. And it was so profoundly dark that I really didn’t know how long the hill was. Fortunately, we did make it!
The next 21 miles took an hour on narrow, windy roads with rarely more than 5 yads visibility. But as hyper-alert as I was to the roads, I was also blown away by the gothic beauty of snow-laden tree branches overhanging the road in a near continuous arch. And although I couldn’t look off-road too often, I couldn’t help but notice the lights shimmering from the houses, off of the lakes. Jan described some of what I was missing – she was absolutely loving the romance of it all.
Before we arrived at Trout House, our wonderful and truly romantic destination, we did get stuck in snow. We were trying to follow the directions that were being given to us by Scott, the owner of Trout House, but didn’t realise we were on the wrong road. We thought we had reached our destination and pulled in to a driveway which we couldn’t pull back out of.
Scott left the comfort of his home to come out and help us, but his muscle added to mine was insufficient. And then Donny appeared in a monster pick-up truck and happily stopped to help us. Hague is one of those sleepy little towns where everyone knows and is friends with everyone else, and that really worked to our benefit. We finally walked into our beautiful cabin after 12:15am.
