Furman rescued a bench from the river. He told me it had a dedication on it and thought it might have been one of the benches on the Jersey side of the Washington Crossing State Park that we often see covered by high waters. I suggested he try to return it. He did some research to that end. As it turns out, it was washed out of the Bowmans Hill Wildflower Preserve, a bit further north. It is likely that it came down the mountain in tact by way of the Pidcock Creek. It was donated by Bob Krist, in memory of his son. Perhaps I will get to meet the locally famed photographer.
We left Ithaca heading to the Catskills for our very last stop. It was raining when we started out and eventually cleared up. Prattsville was closed but since hunter was so close we were allowed through the closed road to reach our destination. It was sad to see the devastation of the town due to flash flooding in the area, after Irene. We were so ready for the beers Chuck from the Fairlawn had waiting for us when we arrived. Bye Bye Robyn and Danny. Bye Bye Sherri and Howard. Wait for me Furmie....and homeward bound we are.
We left Niagara and took the very long way to Ithaca, via Naples where we happened on a Grape festival and had to stop to get some. As you can see, there was a lot of traffic entering the US and a lot of riders on the road. It was a beautiful thing riding along the finger lakes but difficult to get a good photo on the move. Once in Ithaca we settled at the Miller Inn a lovely place with a lovely host. Furman and I took the cottage room in the back allowing our traveling companion sisters and spouses to be in the house and close to each other. For our second day in Ithaca we went off on our own to the Corning Museum not much more than an hour away. It is amazing what can be done with glass, and more amazing to find most of the stuff in the gift shop was made in, where else, China. Turns out Corning makes TV Screens, car windshields and a few other products, NOT including Pyrex. On the rebound we went through Watkins Glen and we were back in time for an early seating at the Moosewood Restaurant. By 7, we were having drinks to Celebrate the 19th Anniversary of Howard and Sherri's marital bliss, at Madelines.
We were in the clouds when we left Coudersport and FINALLY they lifted. We changed routes a few times and eventually made our way into New York and then Canada. The ride up and into Niagara on the Lake was quite lovely. The 4 level town house we are in is comfy and cozy and not too far from the quaint little town center. It was pretty cool this am so after breakfast we walked around town and over to Fort George where young boys, maybe scouts were dressed up as soldiers and learning fighting skills for re-enactments. When it warmed up we did what most tourists do when they come to Niagara and took a ride on a Maid of the Mist. We were herded like cattle down a walking chute and onto a boat for the short ride over to the falls, where the water sprayed us and we got a close up look of the falls. But the real wonder of the world is wine and we are definately in wine country.
Howard is a schmoozer and he grabbed Amy a Jill of all trades to take a photo of all of us just as we were preparing to depart from Fern Hall. I cant say who had the vampy great idea but I can tell you it wasnt me...it did get us a few giggles though
Left Lambertville yesterday and headed up 519 cutting over to the river to stop in Belvidere. Picked up sandwiches at Thisilldous and ate them in a park near the Delaware Water Gap. Reached Fern Hall in Clifford with enough time to make ourselves at home at the bar, clean up and relax a bit before having dinner on site in the lovely restaurant. We woke this morning to rain. We drove along route 6 for a long while and sadly saw much of the destruction the most recent hurricane and rains left in its path. We were so cold and wet that we took a break in a little riverside cafe and could see the Susquehanna where it was supposed to be. We were told a foot of water was in the restaurant at the height of the flood by the waitress who served us our steamy soups. When we were warm, we braved the weather again and cruised out in the rain almost all the way to Wellsboro at which time the sun came out and with it the camera. Just another 50 miles to our destination, the West Gate in Coudersport,