June 11, 2018, Plattsburgh, NY-
Being in full recovery mode, this Monday morning, I headed out from the hostel around 9, going first to the U.S. Consulate. It took less than ten minutes to get clearance to cross the border, as I have two government-issued photo IDs.
Next up was the glass repair shop, which was clear across town, but I found it easily. By 3:30, I was back on the road, wending my way, through the beginnings of Montreal’s evening commute, to southbound National Highway 15.
The visit at the border station lasted no more than three minutes, and by 6 PM, I was at Rip Van Winkle Motel, on Plattsburgh’s north side. It proved a very comfortable spot. I did meet some interesting characters here, but there was not a hint of menace from anyone.
Dinner was a short walk away, at Gus’ Famous Red Hots Restaurant. The Red Hots are apparently the founder’s spicy sausages. I found gentler fare was fine, for the evening meal.
I got in my good long walk, afterward, heading for Lake Champlain. Plattsburgh, and a fair length of northeastern New York, lie on the west shore of the “Sixth Great Lake”, with the east shore touching Vermont and a brief north shore in Quebec. There was low tide, this evening, as I joined about two dozen other people, taking in the gorgeous evening. Few bugs were out and about.
The Green Mountains loom to the east.
Here is a view of Plattsburgh’s center, of which more in the next post.
Here is the quiet community of Cumberland Head, just northeast of Plattsburgh.
I was exhilarated by my time in Montreal, the unpleasant burglary aside. Being with youth is always a revitalizing experience. I am ready for the next set of wonders.
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