Later on in the week I was in the Adirondacks, I discovered that my grandparents have a "Windglider," which is a sort of cross between a life raft with no sides and a windsurfer. Now, having taken a sailing course and being theoretically red cross certified in basic sailing, I figured that windsurfing would be a piece of cake. The result:
After several falls and a blow to the head, I decided that Mother Nature had the upper hand and didn't try anymore. However, my blaze of glory did involve 20 feet without falling, which was fun.
Other such adventures in the Woods included the "cruise and dine" on Raquette Lake and going to "Frankie's Taste of Italy," which involved mediocre Italian cuisine under the backdrop of Godfather posters.
After a long ride home, we made it back to NJ, eventually.
After a long ride home, we made it back to NJ, eventually.
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