A night in Lake George; an afternoon in Williamstown
First, we made our second day trip this summer to Williamstown, Mass., for a play at the terrific Williamstown Theater Festival. This time it was "Our Town," the famous play by Thornton Wilder that I don't remember ever seeing. The "stage manager" -- essentially, the narrator -- was Campbell Scott, the son of George C. Scott and an accomplished actor in his own right. After the show we discovered Mezze, a relaxed, fine dining establishment that would do well in Saratoga. Williamstown is only 60 miles from Saratoga Springs, and a pretty drive through the Berkshires (so long as you don't hit rain and fog, like we did last year, on that winding mountain road).
Second, we met old pals who vacation every year in Lake George and joined them for the first time on the dinner cruise about the Luc St. Sacrement. Been on the Minnehaha over the years, but never the big ship and its two-hour cruise. It takes you 14 miles up the 32-mile lake, about as far as the Sagamore Hotel, and then back. You travel mostly through the residential section of the lake, so you see a fair view of the mountains, as well as a lot of big, cool lake homes on the shore and a waterside view of Camp Chingachgook. Took a photo to show my niece, who camped there for a couple of weeks this summer.
Music on the cruise was a little corny at times, but how can I complain about a guy named Lombardo (pretty sure he said it was Dan Lombardo)?