In the middle of the woods, lies a beatiful cabin, filled with interesting antiques, completely surrounded by the beatiful, calm, tranquil, serenity of the snow coverd forest up in the magnificent mountains. In the winter, as you drive by the frozen bare trees, the sun gentally glistens against them, causing the perfect picture. Then theres the meaning to the cabin, the stories it holds, the memories it brings. The litte fort deep in the woods, abandoned many years ago. The little rock wall that you may stumble across while on an adventure exploring the forest. The amazing animals, and the loft. The million dollar view of of the two most known mountains in the Adirondaks, the smell of the crisp, fresh, luxiorious pine. And, of course, the thrill of plummeting down a hill face first on a sled.
Then theres the town. The little shops filled with intersting items. The building where the Olympics was hosted, the candy shop filled with delicious delights , the amusment parks with antique statues and thrilling rides, and the sites with the breath taking views of deep valleys, tall mountains, and crystal clear rivers.
The exploring. Driving down a winding road, the rush of the wind flowing through your hair, stoping in the middle of nowhere to hop on rocks, climb down waterfalls, explore the forest, watch an animal scurry for its food, finding bear tracks, picking up intersting objects scattered around the forest floor, feeding a deer an apple, and banging on anything metal to help find someone who got lost. Finding beaver homes, standing on the edge of a steep cliff, breathing in the fresh air, and tubing down the river back to your car.
This is Lake Placid, New York.