The drive to Piseco is over an hour and I had many miles ahead of me; I decided pancakes and milk would keep me full for a while.
I am only training for a half marathon, but before that goes down in October I'll be participating in the Warrior Dash at Windham Mountain. The Warrior Dash is a 3.23 mile race with 13 hellish obstacles and a serious elevation increase within the first mile. So when Tara mentioned Panther Mountain, an 800-foot climb over 3/4 of a mile I knew I had to change my route. I ran 5 miles to get to Panther Mountain (seen below from a distance), did my best to run up the trail, which like many hiking trails in the Adirondacks is a former stream bed full of rocks, tree trunks, and routes. I then ran 5 miles back to Tara's camp, but I didn't stop there, I ran straight into the lake.
After a refreshing swim I returned to camp for a snack. Not surprisingly, I was too hungry to remember to take a picture first.
My apple and cheese were first in a long line of snacks. Next up: sunflower seeds.
Then cornbread, and another apple.
Here's a sampling of the food I couldn't eat:
Local, organic dairy farmers Karen and Dan Casler from the Casler Family Farm in Little Falls joined us for some running and biking.
And with farmers comes fresh, local food.
Thank you Karen, Dan, and your three sons for feeding me and everybody!
Although I had plenty to eat at Piseco, by the time I got home my stomach was rumbling again, so I went Round 2 with my Mexican Lasagna.
It's a good thing I didn't have a bigger plate because I could have eaten twice as much. After eating, I found myself in need of one of three things: ibuprofen, ice cream, or a glass of wine.
I try not to take ibuprofen unless absolutely necessary, and although I had the means to make ice cream I didn't have the energy, so I opened a new bottle of wine.
Eclipse is produced by Heron Hill Winery. I give it a 5 out of 10, but I've heard 14-year-old girls go crazy for it.
Later on, my boyfriend and his friend were in a real pinch. They had just made a huge meal of pork loin, long hots, and noodles, and now they needed ice cream. But neither of them wanted to go to the ice cream shop and place an order, so I agreed to ride along and order for them. With the closest ice cream shop closed we had to go to Mrs. Shake, proprietors of homemade pumpkin ice cream. As if just entering this establishment wasn't enough, I had to order, and could not eat, two large banana splits made with pumpkin ice cream and topped with hot fudge, caramel, and strawberries. Maybe I'm just a masochist.
I opted for more maple ice cream, this time replacing the honey with maple syrup. It tasted better but was still mushy. I think I need to leave it in the ice cream maker longer, but to my credit it was forming a solid mass around the center spinner.
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