By the time we got to Woodstock!

The outlook from our balcony was pretty bleak first thing, as the mist clung to the trees and the sky remained grey following the overnight rain. Nevertheless, it was surprisingly warm! The hotel breakfast was faultless, as expected, and catching-up with new-found friends swallowed up time .... but it was well spent! Before pulling-out, we walked down Main Street and checked-out the shops and Mirror Lake .... its a very pretty, sporty, place.

Driving out of Lake Placid we caught site of the Olympic ski jumps and soon after were heading for I87 South, where we encountered surprisingly light traffic. By three in the afternoon, we arrived in Woodstock. This small town lies close to New York and still clings to the spirt of 69, but these days its a bit of a tourist trap, full of zany shops and even zanier people.

In truth, back in the day 'by the time they got to Woodstock' they had to move on a further fifty miles to get to the site of the actual festival! Nevertheless, we had a nice visit and there was plenty of nostalgia for people of a certain age! It was soon time to press on to the nearby Best Western Plus Kingston .... a very nice place to stay.

For today's musical aide memoir, we decided on a classic 60's period piece by Buffalo Springfield 'Stop look around what's that sound'!