After my first car died on the hill up out of keene, I rolled it back and managed to get to Keene Valley, just outside the ausable inn. Craig Holmes, the barkeep and son of the proprietor, took all $25 dollars I got for scrapping my car to some guy with a flatbed from Ausable Forks, and kept the Saranacs rolling until it was time for me to stumble up to the bear creek leanto. Ahh, the memory. Then me a my buddy drove his F100 back to Buffalo after a jump start from outside the same inn the next evening; we couldn't stop because it wouldn't start again, and the parking brake was broken so one of us had to stay in the truck while other ran out to pee.
I remember eating a wicked good filet mignon at a place on main street in LP on new year's eve. It was expensive, but really good. I think it's part of a hotel, just across the street and a bit down from the EMS. Moose something comes to mind....
oh how I miss my beloved adirondacks...and my first car, and my last car, and the piece of bone they chipped off my clavical 5 weeks ago, and my A1 pulley.....put me down for chissake! Or at least enjoy a fine cabernet with that steak empicard!