As we drove further north, past lake after lake, the cars and caravans started to peel off to left and right, to motels and cabins and campsites. The traffic was much thinner and when we got to Saranac Lake there was, amazingly, it being high season, hardly any traffic at all.
Now wouldn't it be nice to have one of those houses!
Not much mulch and manicure here. They must have been to the Chelsea Flower Show.
Just my sort of thing! I must get some more coneflowers for the jungle.
Hardly any tourists milling around in the quaint little town. Perfect!
An almost-English house!
Now what is a pair of scissors doing stuck to a column?
Ah - a barber's shop! Sweet!
I've never been to a place with so many signs supporting Ukraine. Good for them.