To kick off the holiday season we escaped the crowds in New York (I had a harrowing experience with mob mentality near Rockefeller Center one year) and went up to Lake Placid. The trip was booked easy breezy on Jetsetter and a few clicks later we had an action packed holiday weekend in front of us. Although Lake Placid did not disappoint, the one trick about Jetsetter, which soon sank in, is the means to the end. This turned out to be quite the hot topic because no air, rail, or car alone seemed to do the trick in getting us to our destination. After much deliberation, and the cost it would have taken to fly to St. Lucia and back, we had an Amtrak train called the Ethan Allen Express and a limousine service (sorry, no sedans available!) from Albany signed up for the task. Six Hours later, we had arrived. We stayed at the Mirror Lake Inn, which I imagine is beautiful all year round, but was especially charming in preparation for the holidays. Every tree was wrapped in lights, poinsettias lined the stairwells, and Christmas carols were on repeat. By the time we left I felt like I had spent the weekend with Santa himself. The action sports we envisioned - dog sled rides, snow shoeing, and skating a lap around the 1980 Olympic rink on skates were replaced with intense Scrabble games and glasses of Sauvignon Blanc by the fireplace instead. In my defense, it was snowing and hovering at 1 degree all weekend, so short of buying myself a suspendered ski suit and bearing the elements, there was no better way to spend the time than parked by the fire.
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