The Gondoliers

This morning we checked out a neighbour's yard sale, came away with some treasures and still had change from $2 - not bad going. Then we picked up a couple of secondhand books at Tea and Tattered Pages before embarking on the main adventure of the day, a trip to Gore Mountain.

The mountain is close by North Creek, where the Boy had his Thomas Day Out earlier in the year. The journey should take under two hours, but we hadn't banked on running into 'the World's Largest Garage Sale'. It happens annually in Warrensburg, and apparently it really is the world's biggest, though a lot of the stalls looked more like regular traders flogging cheap stuff from China than townsfolk offloading their jumble. Not so much a yard sale as a three mile flea market. Traffic crawled along, bumper-to-bumper, for what seemed like ever. Having already had our dollar-deal fun for the day we were not at all tempted to jump out and join the thousands of bargain hunters.

At last we got to Gore Mountain. The Boy started preparing to dig in his heels and refuse to walk up it - until we revealed that actually that wasn't the plan anyway. We rode up in a gondola, admiring the spectacular Adirondack view. My parents and the kids then rode down again, while the Man and I stomped and skidded down the trail.

After coffee in North Creek we were just about to set off home (by a scenic route avoiding Warrensburg), when the Upper Hudson Railroad train pulled into the station. A happy way - for one member of our party in particular - to end the day out.