Bear's Wild Ride: Lake Placid Bear Cub Blog (Day 21) September 12, 2019

THE CUB DOES A GUEST BLOG! (Peggy)

Los Angeles to Lake Placid (by way of Montreal).

First of all: how great is the bear’s blog!? I love reading it before bed or with my coffee in the morning. My husband Bill and I will go: “did you hear about the [?!]”

Woke up at the ass crack of dawn and recognized my lyft driver named Micole who took me to LAX. I work for a labor union that is organizing gig workers so a few months ago when Micole gave me another early-morning-airport-ride, we spoke about Lyft and Uber drivers coming together to stand up for better working conditions. We were glad to jump right back into our conversation: AB5 just passed another big hurdle in California which will stop these big gig companies from calling its employees “independent contractors.” Pretty exciting! :)

My brother Meyer and I met in Montreal

rented a car from a guy named Francois

and headed down the border to lake placid.

An international stop seemed easier than having to take a connecting flight to the domestic airports near Lake Placid. You gotta love Montreal!! It’s like France but friendly!

WE GOT STOPPED AT THE US/CANADA BORDER!!! The car we were driving was rented through Turo—an app that’s basically airB&B for car rentals and the US Customs and Border control did not like that! Thank goodness I left my weed at home!

We had to wait inside while they searched the car and interrogated us about entering our home country. 😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎😎

After having all our cavities searched we got into upstate New York—and it’s pretty as heck! Beautiful river along the little highway into Lake Placid.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go get shitfaced with my cousins.

The Cub

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the Bear's addition/edition:

Nice night's sleep at Favor's house (did I mention that it is on Bear Cub Lane?). Cup of tea and Beth and I took a hike in some local woods.

Checked out downtown Lake Placid.

It was a trip down memory lane for Beth. She spent many summers here in her youth. We saw the bar where she worked as a cocktail waitress; the beach where she swam every day on Mirror Lake.

We still have not walked over to the site of the family farm. It is now developed with a bunch of McMansions. I think Beth feels uneasy going over there.

I napped while Beth hung out with family. They swam and boated on Mirror Lake.

Point of clarification: The town is called Lake Placid but it is on Mirror Lake. There is actually a Lake Placid, but I don't know if I have ever seen it. Odd.

Pizza and salad and beer and wine (and a little Clase Azul) tonite at Favor's. Lots of family. The reunion has begun.