I woke up in Old Forge not knowing exactly what to expect for the day. I knew the generalities. The Adirondacks are mountains. There will definitely be some terrain, some climbs, and some fantastic scenery. This would be my first day of riding through a truly mountainous area. The first day of my bike trip had been flat, mostly following the Erie Canal through Western New York. There were rolling hills on the second day, through Central New York, but no significant climbs. A ride through the Adirondack Mountains from Old Forge to Lake Placid would definitely be more of a challenge than the previous two days.
I started the day wondering how challenging the ride would be. I knew that the mountains here, or anywhere in the East, are not as tall as the mountains in Colorado. But, I also knew that I had covered quite a bit of distance the past two days, over 100 miles each day, so I could be a bit exhausted. I had read blogs and such about cycling through the Adirondacks, but it’s hard for anyone to deduce how their body will respond to a bike ride based on a blog entry. The same more or less holds true for other activities like hiking and skiing.
It barely took a mile or so of riding, northeast on highway 28 out of Old Forge before I began to encounter the splendid lakes surrounded by forests and hills that make the Adirondacks so appealing to so many people.
It was about 30 miles into the ride, at a place called Blue Mountain Lake, where the terrain started to become more challenging. The mountains were becoming taller, as I had entered the heart of the Adirondack Mountain Range.
Leaving Blue Mountain Lake, heading north on highway 28-N, I encountered the first of a series of challenging climbs. This one was likely the steepest, but throughout the entire ride, each time I passed through a town, I would have a climb after leaving town.
I was already a little tired from the first exhausting climb when I stopped in Long Lake, at a farmer’s market I randomly encountered. One of the beautiful things about bike traveling is that, while traveling at slower speeds, it is harder to miss these kinds of random events. Six years ago, while cycling the I & M Canal trail along the Illinois river, I randomly encountered the Grundy County Corn Festival in the town of Morris, IL.
At this farmer’s market I talked to the people manning the booth while eating an ice cream sandwich. One thing I notice while bike traveling in general, is that people tend to be interested when they encounter people traveling long distances by bicycle. One of the vendors even told me she had a friend that had graduated from the same high school, on Long Island, as my father (7 years earlier, so no mutual acquaintances or anything like that).
The next part of my ride, along state highway 30 from Long Lake to Tupper Lake, was the most challenging for me. Turning towards the Northwest, for the first time on this bike tour, I was facing a significant head wind. And, there were a few segments with significant climbing, including the climb to get out of Long Lake.
This was also the part of the ride when negative thoughts started to creep into my head. Anyone that has taken on a large scale physical challenge understands this phase. The body starts to get overwhelmed. It starts to resist. That resistance creeps into the mind through some kind of combination of messages to oneself such as, “you should quit”, “you’re not gonna make it”, “it was a crazy idea anyways”.
How to respond to this is always a challenge. From my experience, this occurs anytime anyone truly tries to stretch themselves, and do something that amounts to a serious challenge. There are some that never overcome this phase, repeatedly giving in to that voice telling them to quit. Overcoming this internal pressure, born out of fatigue, builds character. It teaches us all how to endure fatigue and negative pressure in other areas of our lives.
I also learned a valuable lesson about understanding what my body needs. I was cycling through this challenging segment at roughly 1:30 P.M., and had yet to eat lunch. The previous day, I had also made a relatively late official lunch stop (around 2 P.M.), but I had eaten a hot dog at 11, something that kept me going. The ice cream sandwich I had at Long Lake was far less substantial. It is likely that by 1:30, my body did not have the nutrition it needed. It’s important to keep in mind that, when traveling by bike your body is your engine, and that engine needs fuel to keep running!
After stopping for a full meal, at a place called the Skyline Drive in, which was recommended to me by the woman at the farmer’s market back in Long Lake, I felt refreshed, and realized I had just over 30 miles to go to my final destination for the day, Lake Placid. My mindset did a complete 180! I went from questioning myself at every pedal stroke, to knowing I was going to make it, and finish this beautiful ride.
I knew I was getting closer to my destination, Lake Placid, where the Olympic Winter Games were held, twice, when my route diverged from the Adirondack Trail and started following the Olympic Trail.
After a brief stop in Saranac Lake, and eight miles along state highway 86, which featured a surprisingly high traffic volume (but also a wide enough shoulder to accommodate bicycles), I arrived in Lake Placid, and gazed upon the mountain that had hosted some of the greatest athletes from around the world on two occations.
What a gorgeous town, and what a gorgeous ride, all the way through! It was an exhausting ride, once again clocking in at 100 miles, but this ride through the Adirondacks is a ride I would recommend to anyone.
After a nice meal at Lake Placid Pub and Brewery, across from the Hampton Inn where I would spend the night, I spent the rest of the evening soaking in the sunset over Mirror Lake, gazing at the reflection of the mountains in the water below them.
I thought about life. I thought about how to live better. How to be better to people around me. How to overcome challenges. I also thought about what I had experienced over the past three days. The New York portion of this ride was nearly complete. Through this ride, from Niagara Falls to Lake Placid, I saw a good portion of the state, much of it which I had never seen before. Having been born on Long Island, and spent much of my childhood going into New York City for various events, museums, shows, etc., I am familiar with the phrase “I love New York”. Having now seen the roaring falls of Niagara, the majestic lakes of the Adirondacks, and many points in between, I can now say “I love New York”, and know I mean ALL of New York.