Start: Rochester, NY
Finish: Rochester, NY
Weather: 70 degrees, overcast
Distance to date: 2,613
I heeded the storm warnings of Irene today. The weather forecast in Rochester was for clouds and maybe some rain, but Syracuse, where I am headed next, was
forecast to get the tail of the storm. Since I had not taken a rain day yet, I decided better safe than drenched, so I stayed at my motel, which I like very much, had some excellent fresh corn and other goddies from the small market across the road, and enjoyed a quiet day.
It never did rain here, but it was wicked windy. What better place to weather a storm than completely out of its orb.
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Don’t want to say the storm is a non-event here. Actually, a tree toppled onto a friend’s brand new car (Thom H, from Thanksgiving). But that being said, it could have been worse, fer shur. Glad to hear you made the wise decision to stay safe.
You’ve been biking just north of the territory my maternal grandfather’s family settled in the early 18th century: their original home, Connecticut, where they’d arrived in the first half of the 17th century, had become too populated, so they traveled by wagon (of course) to the western frontier, which at that time was upstate New York (Warsaw, to be exact). There are still Griffens in the area. He was born in 1892 and was the first to go to college – Rochester – where he earned an MS in chemical engineering, a field strategic enough to the country that he wasn’t drafted in WWI. We knew him as “Boy”, and having grown up farming, he always had a garden, even when he was a vice-president of National Distillers and they had an apartment in Manhattan (he grew cucumbers in a planter on the terrace). Glad the hurricane was less awful then feared, although more than awful enough for plenty of folks.
Read your adventures through Missouri today and will comeback for more tomorrow. It was great having you stay with us in Oklahoma and I am certainly enjoying your daily comments and road insights.
Even God rested on Sunday, and I’m glad Paul Fallon did likewise.