By most measures – including “as the crow flies” – we are closer to Plattsburgh, NY, than we are to Burlington, VT. When we Googled the nearest Walmart we found that it was in Plattsburgh. But we never went to Plattsburgh, despite its proximity. Until two weeks ago.
Why? Because it is a ferry ride away. A $21 round-trip ferry ride. It is a nice ferry and it runs frequently, but I was not about to pay $21 to get some discounted Walmart goods.
But I remained curious and, so, when Jett was away and the Sierra was in the shop, I decided to make the ferry trek to Plattsburgh in my rented Toyota.
It was an interesting ferry ride, but it wasn’t exactly a pot of gold at the other end. Plattsburgh seems to be a fairly sleepy old mill town (there is still a Georgia-Pacific mill there). It looks like they have done a credible job of going upscale downtown – sidewalk restaurants and only a few empty storefronts – but it has none of the energy that Burlington exudes. I stayed for less than an hour, so it wasn’t an in-depth exploration. But I felt that I had seen all I wanted to see. I feel no urge to return.