Thursday, October 9, 2008

Adventures with Cordy, September 24, 1976

[Jack socializing on the ferry. New York, 1976]

[Below is days 18 in a series of road trip diary installments. To get the full context, start with Adventures with Cordy: A Road Trip Diary and follow the trail from there. --Amy]

September 24, (Friday)

North through the Adirondack Mountains through beautiful country. It was a nice peaceful drive with the co-pilot napping and the passengers talking as usual, until we crossed a bridge to see a waterfall cascading and the pilot screaming, "We have to see this!" The co-pilot sighed "oh shoot". It developed all we had to do was climb a trail for a mile then ride a boat out -SIMPLE! Doris led the foursome in her usual display of bravery, daring and spirit of adventure. It was, of course, a little disconcerting when the leader covered her head and eyes most of the time, but she said it was only to show that she could walk blindfold through a gorge of only a drop-off of 300 feet.

We finally got on that damn boat. The leader was drenched bouncing through that stupid canyon. Finally we lurched off this thing and boarded a bus that lurched us back to the card shop.

Cordy then took us to another boat, crossing Lake Champlain to Vermont. It was a nice and pretty trip. Jack stayed in the car throughout the one hour trip as he did not want to meet or visit with anyone. Lynn gets a little put out with him sometimes because he is so bashful.

After leaving the Ferry the object was to find a nice Motel. Lynn kept count and we passed 89 beautiful places to stay with all kinds of restaurants connected, but it developed we were going to a place called Middleburg Inn, 200 miles down the road. We finally got there and Cordy's gas tank was empty and Lynn's bladder was having problems. The Inn was not modern so we continued to the wonderful Blue Spruce Motel. Lynn's bladder was having more problems and he very discourteously grabbed the room key out of the proprietor's hand. The proprietor screamed at him but Lynn felt he should check the rooms before renting. Ha.

I think Doris was the driver this day, since she was also referred to as the leader. How funny that she made this spontaneous detour. Now I know where my dad gets it (well, it's true!).

The photo above is the best view we have of Cordy. Obviously, Jack isn't as bashful as Lynn indicates. He's chatting with some other passengers.


  1. This is so funny. How wonderful and brave that leader!

  2. I took the ferry across Lake Champlain many times and was shocked that my husband never had never been on any car ferry. We made the crossing a few years back and I think once was enough for him.