We drove up to Lake Placid on Friday night (arriving at a scary 3.30am!) but as a result had a full weekend in the dreamy Olympic village. Cellphone service was sketchy so I felt blissfully undisturbed.
It was really beautiful and quaint. Almost European, though instead of the Alps, it was the Adirondacks. The drive back down on Sunday was gorgeous too, as we saw the spectacular scenery.
Children playing Hockey on the ice
Dog sled on the frozen lake
White Face
Skiing on the slopes
Frozen Lake Placid from White Face mountain
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