Palmyra New York to Fulton New York. 66 miles. 3248 miles from the Pacific. Another great day to be on the bike. I packed up camp happy and crossed the Erie Canal for the last time.
Temperatures were in the 70’s and the wind was mostly at my back today. I ride past beautiful old estates constructed a few hundred years ago out of local brick and stone. One of them was john smith’s the founder of the mormon church. And many of them are surrounded by perfect wooden fenced filled with horses. This is friut country. Large plantations of apples, peaches and blueberries fill the spaces between the towns. I stop by a roadside stand and buy a couple of fresh peaches. Yum yum. Willie is filthy from the Erie Canal ride, but he doesn’t seem to mind that I add a little peach juice to the layer of mud. The climbs are short but steep, and I come flying down the other side with a big smile on my face. I ride alongside Lake Ontario for several miles. Beautiful blue water with sailboats racing in the bay. It makes it hard to pay attention to the road ahead. I pulled into the campsite about 20 minutes before Paul and Alex. They call me “scout” and we all laugh. pictures of Albert the rubber duck, Lake Ontario, and the New York countryside attached.
Take care, Freebird

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