No point in waking up the steed. Border guard was right there to greet me. I walked the steed over to the gate feeling a wee bit apprehensive. Looking the way I do, I thought it’ll take some explaining to do before they let me in the country. Luckily enough the border guard has a cousin who owned a KLR and wished me well on my journey. Phew! I wasn’t in the mood to strip down naked and have my butthole probed. The guard also informed me that it had snowed in the
Adirondacks the night before. Wonderful. So there I was, back on the steed as I entered the land of the free; American flag waving up high in the air. I could not help but to belt out “Born in the !” as I rode down the foreign pavement. Weather was still grim, but luckily the rain held off for the most part. Rode through USA Watertown and made my way in the Adirondacks. I had planned to camp out for the night there, but where exactly I had no clue. I figure it’ll come to me as I head deeper into the woods. By the time I had entered the state park my fingers were frozen I could hardly move them. The rain didn’t help much also. I pulled over to a rest area to heat up some lunch. I packed a Primus Gravity II multi-fuel stove and a basic 2-person chow kit. Works like a charm. As I waited for the soup to boil, I kept my fingers nice and toasty on the muffler. Body and soul recharged, I kept pushing onwards through the light rain. By 19:00 it started to get dark fast. I was just north of and needed to set up camp fast. I pulled off onto an electrical post path that cut through into the woods. A bit of off-roading, but nothing the KLR couldn’t handle. I saw a truck parked by one of the posts and wondered if this was a good idea. I’d hate to set everything all up only to be told minutes later I had to high tail it. Should I or should I not? That was the question. All of a sudden out in the woods somebody started hollering at me. Uh oh. It turned out it was a hunter hunting for deer. He was kind enough to direct me to free camp sites not too far from here. Nice. It was pitch black by the time I got there and I didn’t bother with whether or not I was at an actual site. I just knew I was in the area. Pitched the Saranac Lake tent and packed my gear in. Watched a few episodes of Entourage from the iPod to wind down and called it a night. Eureka Mountain Pass
|Where I camped. (Picture taken the next morning)|
Living off the land.
No Thermarest at this point.
A cold sleepless night.