We started some straight, long climbs from the St. Lawrence Valley towards the Adirondacks, our first real hills of the trip. And then just like that, there were mountains ahead of us.
Gail didn’t take advantage of the pint sale, but did find the cement sidewalk a relief from her bike seat for a bit. I shook my fist at an ice cream truck that passed us on a long, steep stretch when it was getting pretty warm and muggy. Just as we got our tent set up at Meacham Lake Campground I heard the jingle of that same truck and ran out and flagged it down. Perfect timing.