Before heading back to Lake Placid for dinner and a movie, we decided to explore the area a bit. We took the small Route 86 West, at the bottom of Whiteface Mountain. The sun was slowly setting and with the shade of the tall trees on both sides of the road, there wasn’t much daylight left.
We were the only car on the road. The silence was deafening.
And then I spotted a sign, on the side of the road. “No Kill Area”.
“Great” I thought. “We are in a horror movie”.
You know these low-budget Hollywood movies where a couple—or even better, a group of cute but dumb college students— decide to take a road trip and their car breaks down in the middle of nowhere. The scenery is usually very nice and peaceful and there is always someone to get out of the car to take pictures. The rest of the group spots a suspicious abandoned truck and/or a vehicle following them. Stacy, who wandered out of the car, is nowhere to be found, and Jason goes look for her. And then Jason is nowhere to be found either and the rest of the group decides to search the woods. At no point they try to use their cell phone to call the police, or if they do, the battery is low and the area is not covered. Sooner or later, they will meet the crazy guy with the chainsaw or the crazy woman with the rusty axe. Lots of blood, closing credits roll.
These movies are quite entertaining but never end well for the protagonists.
“Oh, you and your wild imagination” Feng sighed. “The ‘No Kill Area’ sign simply means that people can’t go hunting here”.
Oh yeah. I knew that, country boy.
I still acted like Stacy/Cindy/the dumb blond in the movie and walked out of the way to take a few snapshots. Couldn’t help it. You all will be glad to know that I didn’t spot any suspicious guy with a bloody chainsaw.