
Growing up, I had never heard of a hostel. Perhaps I had seen it in writing, but I’m sure the word nerd in me figured it was just someone misspelling “hotel.”
There’s a certain je ne sais quoi about visiting a tourist town during the off-season. Roaming the empty streets, it feels as if the place is yours for the taking. Today, my grandma and I wandered around the village of Lake George for a few hours and it was wonderful.