Our journey to Paul Smith's took us through some awesome little towns in the Adirondacks. Everyone's heard of Lake Placid and Lake George: quaint tourist towns that know how to draw a crowd year round with breathtaking views, good eats, and maple everything. But the real magic on the way up is in hitting the smaller towns off the beaten path, where you can meet the locals, hunt for treasures, and discover your own breathtaking view on a run. Towns like Saranac Lake, Newcomb, Lake Clear, and, yes, Paul Smith's. There just isn't enough time, which is why we keep coming back. We spent a few days letting the city drift away from us in Saranac Lake in the care of the wonderful folks who run the Partridge Cottage Guest House. (You haven't had a scone until you've tried one of their freshly baked concoctions).

Today we picked up our axes. We threw, chopped, and split. We brought out the saws (crosscut and bowsaw), and made our favorite kind of cookies. We tossed pulp and felt muscles kick in and blisters coming back. And that was just was just the warm-up. 

Tomorrow, we roll up our sleeves and make woodchips fly. (We might even take over a sawmill for a little bit). 

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