New York Hospitality
What a wonderful welcome back to the road! We had a small set back while installing Missy's new saddle (I snapped the seat post clamp tightening it too tight) and I wasn't sure if we were even going to get out of town that day. But thanks to the great staff at the Hampton Inn who helped us call around to several bike shops (none of which had the exact size we needed but a couple that had some close ones) and also who helped me actually do a repair to hold the seat up long enough to get us to a bike shop. One guy (thanks Mike!) even went to Home Depot and got the parts. They were all very nice and helpful, all that on top of storing our bikes at no cost while we were in California.
On our way to a bike shop (on our route) we came across another shop that we hadn't called (probably because it was called Ski World) and decided to give it a try. They not only had clamps but the exact size we needed. They were very nice too! They gave us a bike map and suggested a route much better than the bust road we had been on. We ended up riding a "rail to trail" for about 10 miles and then got on some nice country roads. One of the country roads had a bridge closed and a detour around it. But as readers of this blog know- Road Closed signs don't scare Missy and I anymore so we rolled right past, hoisted our bikes over the construction, and rolled on down a peaceful car free road. That road led us right to the cute little town of Middleport and the beginning of the Erie Canal Trail. After dinner along the canal we rolled to the 'downtown' area and asked a police officer about the camping that we had heard about that was along the canal. As Missy said, he was like the Hospitality Police. He showed us where the free camping was, the bathrooms, where we could get breakfast, etc. He said "we just want people to relax and enjoy themselves here." Wow.
We met a group of three cyclists there, two of which had biked from the Seattle area also, but they had biked the Canada side and were already on the way back (as far as Chicago to catch a flight home). We certainly feel like the last of the Northern Tier riders still heading West.
The next day we rode the Erie Canal Trail all the way into Rochester (after a Middleport citizen asked if he could say a prayer for us and gave us a very nice blessing for our journey). The canal was really scenic, historic, well maintained, and fun to ride along. Mostly it wasn't paved but it was a compacted decomposed granite type of surface- very rideable at just below our normal pace- worth the 'no car' factor.
Just outside of Rochester in Pittsford, we were so happy to meet up with a couple, Art & Laurie, that we had originally met way back in June when we were in Waterton (just outside of Glacier Nat'l Park). We had talked with them for a little bit (along with a couple fellow tourers) and they invited us to stay with them when our ride took us through NY. We took them up on their offer and were very glad we did. They are fellow travelers and have even done some bike touring. We had a nice dinner together and shared some life stories.
We left Pittsford at our usual 'after 10am' departure time and rode our final 15 miles of the Erie Canal Trail. We turned North and headed up to Sodus Point and our last glimpse of Lake Ontario. We stayed at a great campground that put all of our current fears of 'private campgrounds' to rest. The host was very sweet, even writing us a nice welcome note and blessing our journey, and the spot was pretty with a nice view of the lake, had nice clean showers, and even soap in the bathroom! We met another cyclist, Andy, who is from Rochester and was just returning home after riding to a wedding in Maine. Very nice guy.
That gets us up to yesterday, when the hospitality really kicks into high gear. We had breakfast with Andy and talked for a long time so that we didn't actually pack up and roll out until noon. Late, even for us. We got to the town of Fulton around 5:30 and were a little hungry but still had a couple hours to get to our planned campground. We picked up dinner supplies at a convenience store and rolled on, passing the small town of Volney. After that we realized that we had both forgot to fill our water bottles! We pulled over to figure out how much we had and there was a party going on at the house right next to us. Missy went to ask them if we could fill up there and they said "sure, but why don't you help yourselves to some beer and food as well!" Not ones to turn down such a wonderful offer, we became the unexpected guests at Dave's Pig Roast Party. There were already several tents set up and they told us to set up as well and spend the night. We met some great people, ate some good food, had some good laughs, and got to bed not too late. Thunder woke us up once but it didn't rain much. After some coffee, bagels, and donuts we bid our new friends goodbye and were back on the road feeling pretty damned welcome in NY. I'm certain everything happens for a reason and our trip is filled with many wonderful meetings, lessons, conversations, and blessed moments.
Today we decided on a shorter day half way through- just 47 miles- so we got into camp by 3pm or so. It just so happened that this campground we chose led us following signs to "Fiddler's Hall of Fame" and "Concert Today". Sure enough, right across the road from our camp, is the home of the North American Fiddler's Hall of Fame and Museum. We watched a short fiddle jam session but I believe we must have missed the 'advanced' players. We did hear one really good player practicing while we were in the Hall of Fame.
And now onward to our friend's wedding in Vermont- Bonkaboonie or bust!


