We plugged Ginnie's address in Dave's GPS and it took us on all the back roads in the early clearing fog along the Lake. Perfect day all day, not too hot, not too cold and lots of sun. This is the fruit belt along the lake and we saw every color, shape and size of apple you could image. Lots of peaches as well. They are also famous for cherries through here, but we did not see them (or more likely did not know what we were looking for). We are used to apples and our cousins in Dummerston grow peaches (most years), but the only cherries we grow in Vermont are picked at Hannafords or Shaws. We found Ginnie's (I had not been there for xx years), and she had a nice breakfast spread for us. We noted later that we need to develop more connections like these and just go from one to the next in a big circle (eat, sleep, repeat). Always great to see Ginnie. I am realizing I need to stop hanging out with all these just retired people. They are all so happy ( too damn happy if you ask me) being retired and yet so busy. I guess I need to cultivate some overworked, miserable friends to balance it out.
We said our goodbyes (Thanks Ginnie!!) and decided to see if we could score a free cup of coffee at Dave's sister-in-law's in Geneva NY. But alas, it was not to be as they were not around so we got McDonald's coffee (excuse me, half price "senior" coffee (these retired folks get all the perks..)).
We headed south from Geneva through beautiful vineyards and from Watkins Glenn (the race car town) and just sorta wiggled along the south east corner of NY state. This part of NY has lots of rolling green hills with working farms, corn, soy (I think), and the occasional Amish families clop clop clopping by (with cans of gasoline in the back of their buggies??). Gotta work on this Amish rule system again. We crossed into Pennsylvania (home of the PennDOT indians) and rode through and around the Allegheny National Forest. The roads are smooth and empty and we poked along from 2 laner to 2 laner all afternoon. Pennsylvania seems to me so much more forested that NY just above it. More like scruffy Maine woods that rolling farmland. We decided to end the day at Titusville were Drake struck oil in 1859. Walked into town to a nice brew-pub, back to the hotel and here I am typing this out on painfully slow wifi. So tomorrow we go ???
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