Assembly Point, LG
18/08/12 08:53
Hay-Zeus. What does it take to pair this puppy? I think you have to remember to touch the actual screen and it gives you a code to enter on the keyboard. I will have to remember that. Not likely.
It is a new year here on the lake. A new season. A new time. It is also time for a new place. Seems the place on Assembly point was available and the price was right. It goes for $3k a week during the summer months but renters, being the savage and unreliable types that they are, pilfered the place and now the gentleman only rents to known entities. While we don't qualify as the latter, my brother does and that was that. We've been coming to Lake George many times over the years if only to use uncle Rollie's boat. It is, after all, where he has been keeping it for the past few years. The house was recently rehabbed after the elderly woman who lived here passed away. In a funny sort of way, I can sense her presence. I too might prefer to take up a post-existence presence in this place given the proximity to the lake and the view from the house. It is truly heaven-sent. And to think that Nancy didn't think that you could even see the lake from the house. Wrong.
The amenities have been heaven sent as well. Everything is new in this house and everywhere we turn there is a new challenge. It took 24-hours to find the WiFi and I would have found it sooner had I looked in the book with all the renter rules. The renter's rule book contains all the do's and don't of staying here on high. Nancy will long tell the story of the dishwasher that was not only not emptied when we arrived but it hadn't been run and there was a rather unpleasant smell emanating from the unit. Trying to figure out how to jump start that darn thing was a chore in and of itself. Who knew that you had to run the faucet in the sink until the water ran hot before it would run properly.
We especially liked the the center cooking island with gas jets; the refrigerator with the external temperature display; the spaciousness of the living quarters; the questionable feng shua; the central air conditioning; the generator which came on during the fierce rain storm on Saturday night; a separate space for Noah and Evan to occupy; bathrooms too numerous to count; varnished wooden floors from wall to wall that creak in surprising places; neighbors that mill about in great numbers and span multiple generations; sounds from the lake that remind us in spades that we are well outside the 5-mph zone; ill defined arrival and departure times; televisions that, while not my cup of tea, brought us sights and sounds of the regional finals of Little League teams across the nation vying for an opportunity to make the annual pilgrimage to Williamsport; and last but not least, Nancy's blueberry crisp which had less crisp than previous years but was nonetheless predictably scrumptious served with vanilla ice cream.
I would hasten to add that the place would not be as attractive to us were it not for the fact that Rollie allows us the use of his boat. It would not be the same if the boys couldn't go water skiing or if we had to take the car into town instead of taking the boat to the village just as night was falling. Fishing our hot spots would be impossible to say the least. Taking in the grandeur of the lake itself would not be possible without a shoreline cruise in areas north of Pilot Knob where the tree line on Buck Mountain is barely visible to the untrained eye. And as much as the boys talk about getting themselves a boat license, they have not managed to either take the time or take the trouble. As such, I like to see to it that they take turns at the wheel just for the experience. It is different from every other type of driving that they do and I do think they enjoy it so that is what we do.
Were it not for that darn little paring knife that we couldn't find at the end of our Assembly Point sojourn we would have put this one in the books as one of the better stays given the brief time we were here. It doesn't matter that New Hampshire took one on the chin in their sudden death tournament against Connecticut in the regional finals leading up the big enchilada in Williamsport, PA. Just file that under "you can't win them all." The only visitor we had during our trip was Rollie and that suited us just fine. We just didn't have time to do much else. The furthest we got into Glens Falls during our stay was Dirty John's Hot Dogs where we had a rather indulgent dinner one evening. While I struggled in choosing between 3 hots and a small order of fries and a greek salad, I only had to ask myself one question. Which went better with an ice cold root beer? And so it was. Did I mention that Rollie took the boys water skiing while I took pictures from the dock? Can't have them go home without pictures to put on their Facebook and Twitter accounts now can I?
Before I forget, a couple of other notables. Gas for the boat at LG Boat Company was $5.05 a gallon. Not sure I've ever paid that much. We didn't have much luck fishing either although you can make the case that fishing in and of itself regardless of what you catch can be therapeutic. Not sure the crayfish and crawlers we hooked were feeling the love but the boys were simply not to be denied. Even if meant that they had to get out of bed at the crack of dawn.
It is a new year here on the lake. A new season. A new time. It is also time for a new place. Seems the place on Assembly point was available and the price was right. It goes for $3k a week during the summer months but renters, being the savage and unreliable types that they are, pilfered the place and now the gentleman only rents to known entities. While we don't qualify as the latter, my brother does and that was that. We've been coming to Lake George many times over the years if only to use uncle Rollie's boat. It is, after all, where he has been keeping it for the past few years. The house was recently rehabbed after the elderly woman who lived here passed away. In a funny sort of way, I can sense her presence. I too might prefer to take up a post-existence presence in this place given the proximity to the lake and the view from the house. It is truly heaven-sent. And to think that Nancy didn't think that you could even see the lake from the house. Wrong.
The amenities have been heaven sent as well. Everything is new in this house and everywhere we turn there is a new challenge. It took 24-hours to find the WiFi and I would have found it sooner had I looked in the book with all the renter rules. The renter's rule book contains all the do's and don't of staying here on high. Nancy will long tell the story of the dishwasher that was not only not emptied when we arrived but it hadn't been run and there was a rather unpleasant smell emanating from the unit. Trying to figure out how to jump start that darn thing was a chore in and of itself. Who knew that you had to run the faucet in the sink until the water ran hot before it would run properly.
We especially liked the the center cooking island with gas jets; the refrigerator with the external temperature display; the spaciousness of the living quarters; the questionable feng shua; the central air conditioning; the generator which came on during the fierce rain storm on Saturday night; a separate space for Noah and Evan to occupy; bathrooms too numerous to count; varnished wooden floors from wall to wall that creak in surprising places; neighbors that mill about in great numbers and span multiple generations; sounds from the lake that remind us in spades that we are well outside the 5-mph zone; ill defined arrival and departure times; televisions that, while not my cup of tea, brought us sights and sounds of the regional finals of Little League teams across the nation vying for an opportunity to make the annual pilgrimage to Williamsport; and last but not least, Nancy's blueberry crisp which had less crisp than previous years but was nonetheless predictably scrumptious served with vanilla ice cream.
I would hasten to add that the place would not be as attractive to us were it not for the fact that Rollie allows us the use of his boat. It would not be the same if the boys couldn't go water skiing or if we had to take the car into town instead of taking the boat to the village just as night was falling. Fishing our hot spots would be impossible to say the least. Taking in the grandeur of the lake itself would not be possible without a shoreline cruise in areas north of Pilot Knob where the tree line on Buck Mountain is barely visible to the untrained eye. And as much as the boys talk about getting themselves a boat license, they have not managed to either take the time or take the trouble. As such, I like to see to it that they take turns at the wheel just for the experience. It is different from every other type of driving that they do and I do think they enjoy it so that is what we do.
Were it not for that darn little paring knife that we couldn't find at the end of our Assembly Point sojourn we would have put this one in the books as one of the better stays given the brief time we were here. It doesn't matter that New Hampshire took one on the chin in their sudden death tournament against Connecticut in the regional finals leading up the big enchilada in Williamsport, PA. Just file that under "you can't win them all." The only visitor we had during our trip was Rollie and that suited us just fine. We just didn't have time to do much else. The furthest we got into Glens Falls during our stay was Dirty John's Hot Dogs where we had a rather indulgent dinner one evening. While I struggled in choosing between 3 hots and a small order of fries and a greek salad, I only had to ask myself one question. Which went better with an ice cold root beer? And so it was. Did I mention that Rollie took the boys water skiing while I took pictures from the dock? Can't have them go home without pictures to put on their Facebook and Twitter accounts now can I?
Before I forget, a couple of other notables. Gas for the boat at LG Boat Company was $5.05 a gallon. Not sure I've ever paid that much. We didn't have much luck fishing either although you can make the case that fishing in and of itself regardless of what you catch can be therapeutic. Not sure the crayfish and crawlers we hooked were feeling the love but the boys were simply not to be denied. Even if meant that they had to get out of bed at the crack of dawn.