This is posting #4 of a camping and bicycling trip I took with some friends through the Finger Lakes region of upper-state New York. Here's the complete set of postings:
- Finger Lakes 2019-06 Biking: Overview and preliminary travel, Sunday, Monday June 2, 3
- Finger Lakes 2019-06 Biking: Tuesday, June 4
- Finger Lakes 2019-06 Biking: Wednesday, June 5 - small incident, no biking
- Finger Lakes 2019-06 Biking: Thursday, June 6 <- are="" here="" i="" you="">->⇐ You are here
- Finger Lakes 2019-06 Biking: Friday, June 7 - campsite transition, no biking
- Finger Lakes 2019-06 Biking: Saturday, June 8
- Finger Lakes 2019-06 Biking: Sunday, June 9
- Finger Lakes 2019-06 Biking: Trip Wrap-Up
- Again around 50 miles total: Shared Thursday biking map. Again, you can see the map inline at the bottom of this post.
The next day Ingrid and I aimed to bike along Seneca lake towards a town midway up, Dresden, and turn back when we were around 20 to 25 miles out. After a thrilling downhill from a back park exit (for bikes and pedestrians, not cars) into Watkins Glen town we began a gradual four mile ascent on route 14. 14 continued to be fairly gradual and regular, with a decent bike shoulder and cars frequently zooming by at high speeds. The regularity and traffic got old pretty quickly, so we decided to investigate alternate paths - an easy option, since we had no set destination, besides eventually returning to our starting point, we could venture as we wished. That turned out to be a very good choice. We wound up on some smaller roads, with less (and less zippy) traffic, more interesting, varying, terrain and more interesting and often alluring small towns along the way.
Ingrid and I would have liked to find a continuous road closer to the lake, but the maps didn't show any such. On the other hand, a lot of the piecemeal roads were intriguing, so we agreed to take one, Glenora Road, that dipped down from the ridge to the lake and then, a mile or three later, back up to the Lakemont-Himrod road, (County?) Route 1. That turned out to be a marvelous choice.
A long (scintillating) plunge from the ridge on Glenora Road took us into the hamlet of Glenora.
|Taking a break on the point in Glenora hamlet. Notice the sign forbidding us from the dock... (You can pan the point of view around this panoramic photo by visiting this virtual reality rendering.)|
|Matt arriving. (I'm intrigued and charmed by |
the tiny house on the other side of the fence.)
The fellow approaching us on the roadway in the second photo offered to escort us onto the dock. His name is Matt.
When asked how much of the year they resided in Glenora, Matt's reply was "as much as possible". He didn't say a lot, but after indicating how quickly the water got deep and giving us some time on the dock - I got another panoramic photo there - see below, or visit the virtual reality rendering to look around - he offered to show us the falls, which we had overlooked on the way into town. Apparently Matt notices people wandering into town and offers to show them around, in a friendly way. Maybe he's not the only one, I'm just inferring that he's done it for people in addition to us from some of his remarks.
|Glenora and Seneca Lake view from the dock.|
(Visit the virtual reality rendering to look around.)
There was another cute incident, not far down the road.
We returned to the highlands and continued onwards. Eventually we got to some signs on our chosen road, indicating it was closed to all but local traffic. No reason was indicated. We were not particularly worried, since our course was somewhat arbitrary, but w were curious what the cause could be, so decided to continue on the closed road. In around ten miles we arived in a small town, I think it was Lakemont, that was having some kind of town meeting, and had closed the main street to traffic - and posted detour signs 10 miles up and down the road! At the closed main street we got on the sidewalk and asked one of the event staff if it was ok to continue through. His response: "Sure! You might want to use the street - you'll have it to yourself, no worries about cars!" The town seemed quite pleasant, and combined with my experience in Glenora I had increased sense of a place going at its own time and pace.
Continuing the thread of food/fuel during the day, when we got to about our midway point we went down a no-outlet road, by a railway track. The dirt and gravel road crossed some marshland to a small, very quite (apparently not currently occupied) farmstead. We took a breather just before the farmstead and had some food - me, one of my apples and some of Ingrid's grapes, while Ingrid had some olives and cheese and grapes and I don't remember what else. I did a ten or fifteen minute walk back and forth on the stretch of road through the marshland, feeling the strong, warm afternoon sun and listening to croakers croak and starlings tweet while they soared through the marsh reeds and thistles and grasses and trees. I could feel the world breathing. Or was that me?
I was delighted with how our navigation back played out. We decided to try a more inland route, approaching the park from the north, rather than north-east. According to Ingrid's bike navigating app (in the rare moments when it had internet connectivity), this might avoid having to go so far downhill that we would need to climb back up the steep hill on which we exited the park in the morning. The roads and territory we traveled through were beautiful, and in fact we entirely avoided reascending that downhill in the near-approach to the park (though there was one steep hill in what was otherwise a descent to the park entrance). It was brilliant! (-:
One more note for my continuing food-fueling exploration. While the apple + grapes picked up my energy for a good while, I once again felt it draining when we were around 10 or 12 miles out from our days destination. This time I had some dried apricots and dates, and the energy pickup was even more pronounced than it was with the apple. (They were all quite delicious treats for me, besides.) I made it back a little worn out, but in a normal, not extreme way. Hooray!
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