This day began well enough. As you
can see in this photo, the weather was good as I enjoyed the ride to
Lock 29 in Palmyra. I passed this boat a few times and when I'd stop
for a break, it would pass by me.
Above: the lock keeper releases the westbound traffic. Below: I spotted a heron on a high perch.
And next, the sailboat moved into the lock.
It was interesting watching all of this.
Falls in Pal-Mac Aqueduct Park, adjacent to Lock 29.
Nearby, fishing the river beyond
that distant bench, was this man. Folks, meet Rev. Ivan Faulks from
Marion, NY. We had a very enjoyable time together during which he
shared with me his desire to visit the state of Maine. Thinking Rindge is located midway, I invited him to spend a few days here. Hey Ivan, I really meant that! He was then kind enough to take my picture. Thanks, Ivan.
Still looking like a nice day here, isn't it?
I walked down to read the sign below and returned to cross that bridge and continue my ride.
Woodsy, isn't it? Great place for another pee stop.
I met a pleasant couple walking on the trail and they were agreeable to turn my camera on me.
Less than a mile west of Newark, off to the right side of the trail, I spotted this old bridge. Hunger and curiosity caused my crossing and I was soon looking out a Wendy's window as I enjoyed a grilled chicken salad. With four more bottles of water loaded, I hit the trail again.
After visiting the canal port in
Newark, I left town on Rte 31 and paused on a bridge to capture this
image of an oncoming freight train. I turned my attention to the bike computer for the next photo.
Well, that's a bit warm, but thanks
to the white cycling jersey I purchased, the heat wasn't really all
that noticable while moving along.
More highway miles
Wait! What's this? Billy's ice cream ...... oh yeah.
Still a nice day, right? I
had been looking over my shoulder for a while at this point, and now
chose to put as many miles behind me as possible. Something's coming.
Leaving town (Clyde, NY) I spotted something shiny in the street. The
nickle I found went in my pocket and I headed on putting more power
into the pedalling for additional speed.
Pretty soon I heard that rumbling sound in the sky and looking behind me, saw the sky looked threatening. I pedalled harder. Somewhere between Clyde and Savannah, the storm caught up with me and I got drenched. I didn't mind being wet but I did not want to contend with the lightning that would soon be upon me.
Rounding a curve in the road, I spotted a side street with a house a hundred yards up. Pulling into the yard, I saw a teenage boy standing in the garage doorway and wheeling right up to him, I asked, "Can you shelter me from the storm?" His immediate response was, "Yes, put your bike in here ... come on, let's go in the house."
A few minutes later, the mother arrived with three more kids, the youngest of which (a boy) did a faceplant on the front porch, and the two young girls settled near me and the family dog. After Mom tended to the boy, she refilled my water bottle, and learned about my cycling adventure. The storm passed quickly and just as all were posed on the front porch, Dad arrived. He happily joined in for the photo session. I thanked them all and headed for Weedsport.
Pretty soon I heard that rumbling sound in the sky and looking behind me, saw the sky looked threatening. I pedalled harder. Somewhere between Clyde and Savannah, the storm caught up with me and I got drenched. I didn't mind being wet but I did not want to contend with the lightning that would soon be upon me.
Rounding a curve in the road, I spotted a side street with a house a hundred yards up. Pulling into the yard, I saw a teenage boy standing in the garage doorway and wheeling right up to him, I asked, "Can you shelter me from the storm?" His immediate response was, "Yes, put your bike in here ... come on, let's go in the house."
A few minutes later, the mother arrived with three more kids, the youngest of which (a boy) did a faceplant on the front porch, and the two young girls settled near me and the family dog. After Mom tended to the boy, she refilled my water bottle, and learned about my cycling adventure. The storm passed quickly and just as all were posed on the front porch, Dad arrived. He happily joined in for the photo session. I thanked them all and headed for Weedsport.
The little guy is checking out his shiny nickle.
Hey folks, thank you very much for protecting me from the storm.
Right after crossing this
bridge, the second storm caught me .... drenched again. I continued on
to the edge of night when I entered Weedsport and found the hotel just
before the lightning arrived. As I was reaching for the office door,
another cyclist wheeled in right behind me. We stepped inside. I said
to him, "Hi, I'm John from New Hampshire" and he replied, "Hi, I'm John
from Oregon."
When the desk girl asked me if I wanted a room with two queen size beds or a room with one king size bed, I turned to John from Oregon and asked, "Do you want to save some money and share a room?" He offered an immediate if not emphatic, "YES".
After each of us showered and donned dry clothing, we crossed the street for supper at Arby's, and returned for a sound night's sleep. Boy, what a day this was!
When the desk girl asked me if I wanted a room with two queen size beds or a room with one king size bed, I turned to John from Oregon and asked, "Do you want to save some money and share a room?" He offered an immediate if not emphatic, "YES".
After each of us showered and donned dry clothing, we crossed the street for supper at Arby's, and returned for a sound night's sleep. Boy, what a day this was!
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