Early development of the washing mobile
Even though the warmth and the great food celebrated by the gay B&B hosts in Stowe, VT was quite overwhelming, I had to move again, but not before hiking mount Mansfield and checking the local breweries - of course. Jaaa haa.
(Insert photo of insane climb on the DDD trail up to the summit.)
If I would still struggle with pimples, having rings in my nose, nipples and … while expressing myself by wearing ugly heavy metal t-shirts, then Burlington, with it’s just 40′ inhabitants the biggest city of VT, would definetely the place to stay. Unfortunately I had just past this stage of development and so was Burlington quickly past as well.
Eventualy Lake Placid, which I had to pass at the same speed, reminded me of an even earlier stage of my Orangian development when Oranginas (female young Orangians) were very much into horses and I started to feel like a stallion. Since the Oranginas wanted only ponies to ride on subconsciously I developed a strange allergy for horses. This allergy yet got worse in Lake Placid again, because this probably usually nice town was super packed with horses, humans but unfortunately no Oranginas so that there was definetely no space left for me and my allergy.
(Insert photo of crowded main street in Lake Placid and the meadows filled with tents and horses preparing for a giant horse show.)
Finally I found a cozy spot in the next town, Saranac Lake, where I spent a gorgeous day kajaking the waters, getting an UV overdose and seting up the washing mobile to prepare for a clean departure tomorrow. BTW the washing mobile is an advanced alien technology to dry off anywhere you like. Jaaa haaa!
