GOE XIX, Day 7: Never Say Good Bye to Fort Ticondoroga
Thursday, June 25th, 2015
So we all started out as a big group, but that didn't last long. The last part of the group, including Kasey and I at the end, the trikes, and Ray from the Virginia Chapter were all left behind. Now the last person in the group ahead is supposed to wait for us at the next turn. Problem was, we didn't get to the last turn.
Ray was leading, and took off the Interstate about two exits too early. Then we went north on the main road through Lake George, missing Fast Eddie waiting at the exit. Eventually, we ended up back on the Interstate, heading north, with Fast Eddie's Daughter leading Ray, the trikes, and The Black Pearl.
I guess when your nickname is Fast Eddie, and you are his daughter, he probably taught you how to drive, then you learn to drive fast. Running along the highway, we and the trikes got further and further behind. After a long stretch, we exited to SR 74. There was also a sign pointing to the Fort. Ray and Eddie's daughter were not be seen.
The trike group was not going into the Fort, but rather heading across the ferry and then down the other side of the lake. Before we made that point, we pulled to the side of the road for a break. It appears the Trikes from our Waynesboro Chapter goes their own way. We had a good time with them while on the side of the road. We mounted up and continued on the road.
It wasn't much longer where Kasey and I veered off and into the park that surround Fort Ticondoroga. I have to admit I didn't much about the place, but I was about to learn. After following a gravel drive, we came up the entrance. We were guided to head up to the main office. In the parking lot, we found the other bikes, and were with a group once again.
We paid our fees, and headed outside, took some group photos, and then got a lecture about the place. It seems it was one of those historical places that got saved just when it was about to fade away. Even during the construction, there were set backs and rebuilding. Then when the Fort was no longer needed, it fell into ruin, was preserved, then fallen into ruin again, and then brought back. I guess it is hard place to say good-bye.
We spent a good amount of time at the Fort, and even so, everyone wanted to return the way that most of the group got there, and not the highway. I guess we are special since we got both trips.
The route was along 9N headed south, and followed the route of the Poker Run. We didn't make the stop at Mount Prospect, though. Eventually, we would join the highway. On the exit, Kasey and I decided with Kevin and Virginia to head over to Friendly's for dinner.
While the place was crowded, we were the loan Cruiser Clubers for only a short while. Brent and Callie were followed by the gang from the Bloomington Chapter. Dinner was followed with gas full up, and then an evening of good-byes. Hard to believe it over that fast, but time to head back home.
So we all started out as a big group, but that didn't last long. The last part of the group, including Kasey and I at the end, the trikes, and Ray from the Virginia Chapter were all left behind. Now the last person in the group ahead is supposed to wait for us at the next turn. Problem was, we didn't get to the last turn.
Ray was leading, and took off the Interstate about two exits too early. Then we went north on the main road through Lake George, missing Fast Eddie waiting at the exit. Eventually, we ended up back on the Interstate, heading north, with Fast Eddie's Daughter leading Ray, the trikes, and The Black Pearl.
I guess when your nickname is Fast Eddie, and you are his daughter, he probably taught you how to drive, then you learn to drive fast. Running along the highway, we and the trikes got further and further behind. After a long stretch, we exited to SR 74. There was also a sign pointing to the Fort. Ray and Eddie's daughter were not be seen.
The trike group was not going into the Fort, but rather heading across the ferry and then down the other side of the lake. Before we made that point, we pulled to the side of the road for a break. It appears the Trikes from our Waynesboro Chapter goes their own way. We had a good time with them while on the side of the road. We mounted up and continued on the road.
It wasn't much longer where Kasey and I veered off and into the park that surround Fort Ticondoroga. I have to admit I didn't much about the place, but I was about to learn. After following a gravel drive, we came up the entrance. We were guided to head up to the main office. In the parking lot, we found the other bikes, and were with a group once again.
We paid our fees, and headed outside, took some group photos, and then got a lecture about the place. It seems it was one of those historical places that got saved just when it was about to fade away. Even during the construction, there were set backs and rebuilding. Then when the Fort was no longer needed, it fell into ruin, was preserved, then fallen into ruin again, and then brought back. I guess it is hard place to say good-bye.
We spent a good amount of time at the Fort, and even so, everyone wanted to return the way that most of the group got there, and not the highway. I guess we are special since we got both trips.
The route was along 9N headed south, and followed the route of the Poker Run. We didn't make the stop at Mount Prospect, though. Eventually, we would join the highway. On the exit, Kasey and I decided with Kevin and Virginia to head over to Friendly's for dinner.
While the place was crowded, we were the loan Cruiser Clubers for only a short while. Brent and Callie were followed by the gang from the Bloomington Chapter. Dinner was followed with gas full up, and then an evening of good-byes. Hard to believe it over that fast, but time to head back home.
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