Set your Time Machine for the late 1950’s. You and your sibs are in the back of your family’s Ford (or Chevy) station wagon. You know the one with the fins and faux wooden panel on the sides. Seat belts-what are those? You and yours have pushed all the luggage to the back of the front seats of the car where Dad was driving and Mom was reading the fold out map-thank heavens for car navigation…Eddie and I would have killed each other with the fold out map manual navigation system. Of course, if you come from a large family, the luggage was lashed to the top of the car. You have blankets and pillows, books-usually comic books….I liked Archie and Jughead, and maybe a game or two, no jacks. The little red ball would be all over the car, and the jacks might be under your bottom.
You have left the cool green of the Green Mountains of Vermont and driven to the Adirondacks in New York. You are north of Albany and south of Montréal. You leave the Interstate for Highway 9 and Lake George. Lake George is a 32 mile lake that stretches north toTiconderoga (like the #2 pencil company) and empties into Lake Champlain. The area is rich with American History dating back to the 1600’s. Trappers, Indians, Forts, French and Indian Wars and Revolutionary war.
What I did not expect was it to look almost exactly down to the teepee lodging. Lake George and all the smaller communities surrounding the lake have 1950-60 assortment of lodging options, complete with the Vacancy and No vacancy lights. We have truly stepped back in time to our childhood. Eddie and I first came here in the 1970’s with friends who grew up on this lake, Shelly lived here and John summered here in a family home on the shores of the lake. Shelly kept that family home until a couple of years ago…so we needed a place to stay. Small cottages, motels not hotels (remember Motels you drove to the door and parked, hotels you usually parked and went to your room a couple floors up) dot the shoreline. Yeah, there a couple of of the chain hotels-Howard Johnson (by Wyndham, the old one was repurposed to a Chinese buffet place), Holiday Inn (without the trademark signage), and Hampton Inn on the opposite side of the highway. Ed chose the Erlowest Castle. Hmmm, of course, he would select the one with Castle in its name. His requirements included a living room, balcony overlooking the lake, king bed, a fireplace would be nice. He did not say built this century. We are indeed at the Erlowest, but the Villas down the hill that were built in the 1960’s. Renovation-kinda sort of. Formica counter tops in the kitchenette, check, TV, Cable and internet are about as modern as it gets. There is a sleeper sofa in the living room, with a Scandinavian blond coffee table, which Eddie uses for a foot rest. Eddie has deemed this only one step above staying in an unair conditioned bunk bedroom at Yosemite National Park. The bathroom, OMG, the size and configuration reminds us that our large spacious bathrooms are a gift. Standing in the toilet to brush your teeth comes to mind. So glad I was not on the selection committee for this…in Eddie’s world accommodations should be in the 4-5 star range. While this checked the boxes, it is decidedly 1.5 stars. However, to be on the Lake side, I mean all of the accommodations are 1-2 stars. At least we are in a good location at the base of the lake-convenient to Putt Putt golf, Boardwalk carnival games places, a couple of cheesy for 2025 (or even 1975) rides and activities. We are even going on a cruise on the lake in a 125.year old steamboat if the rain forecast is wrong. There are always the various Forts to explore. I dare say that several generations of families have come here in the summers, kids gone to the various camps that dot the lake. Each generations memories look the same. In a world of new and shiny, bigger and more exclusive, this is a throw back to that kinder gentler time. For the current generation, it is a reminder that you still can have fun without your phone, Insta or Tik Tok.