Ice Gal's: Grand Ma Moses

The weather forecast for the day we left Williamsburg was calling for 100% chance of rain. I figured that those were rather good odds that we were going to be riding in rain on the way to Lac George. In spite of heavy rain all night long the forecast proved correct, and we awoke to rain, and sometimes heavy rain.

We suited up and headed out on to highway 2. North bound. Ohms GPS immediately wanted to go back on the road it first led us on to the motel. Not being sure of which way to go I followed the path of the beam, and we went on a delightful 10-minute tour of the town, before intersecting highway 2 again, and turning north...Again.

Almost instantly we were back in Vermont, where it was still raining, and several of the fields we crossed were flooded. Crossing back into New York the rain let up a bit, and soon we came to Greenwich New York the birthplace of Grand Ma Moses.

USPS 1370

Grand Ma might have accidently dripped, paint on a paper, and that paper was used to design the road we were on, as we made right turns, left turns, and repeated before connecting with highway 4, and the Hudson River.

Sign Along The Hudson River

The river and adjacent canal served as the first highway in the area, and if our bikes could float we could sail all the way to Lac George on the river. We decided to stick to the road especially since it stopped raining.

Our lodging in Lac George for the WOW rally is at the Roaring Brook Ranch, and with the address they provided my GPS took us to a location in the town of Lac George, conveniently located on the right, but not the location of the lodge.

We did some searching on our own for the lodge, riding all the way out of the congested downtown, but the lodge location was elusive. Finally calling the place the desk directed us to Goonie Golf, because they said the lodge was easy to find from there.

Goonie Golf A Major Lac George Attraction

We called again as the lodge was harder to find from Goonies, than we had been told, and the elf's had no idea what we wanted. After much discussion with the woman at the desk, we determined which way was up, and we rode out on the right road and found the lodge just like we knew where we were going.

The Ranch itself is quite large having several hundred rooms, spread out in different buildings. around the property. Our room was quite comfortable, and roomie. The room had a refrigerator but lacked a microwave or even a coffee pot. The lack of a coffee pot caused several of our neighbors to make a Target run and buy every coffee pot they had. I am assuming they bought coffee too, but I never saw any. We were fine with Jet Boil making a couple of pots a day, and even boiling eggs in the morning. It pays to be prepared.

Evening At Roaring Brook

The strangest thing about the “Ranch” is they probably had more horses than employees. The six people I saw regularly all did multiple jobs, but probably even stranger, is on the first night as the bar and restaurant were filling up with hungry and thirsty rally goers, the manager came in and announced that “You would probably be better off going somewhere else for food”

Oh well there were good restaurants a short ride away. My favorite turned out to be the The Log Jam Where the steaks, sea food, and salad bar, were all excellent.

The rally was a fun time. The kitchen crew/horse groomers did not serve Swanson chicken pot pies, cooked in all the microwave ovens that were not in the rooms, but pot pies might have been better than the chicken they did serve which was seasoned with some Jerk seasoning, and proved to be dry, after sitting in the chafing dishes for some time.