Sometimes You Just Have a Rough Day

Sometimes you just have a rough day.  We covered good distance at almost nineteen miles, but we had a twenty mile per hour wind in our face the whole time.  The temps weren’t cold, thank goodness, but the chilly wind just sapped the energy and kept you from ever being truly warm or comfortable all day long.

The scenery wasn’t bad, but there were quite a few houses and power lines in the mix.  In fact when we walked through Nassau (not the Bahamas), New York, we came across this creepy little gem.

The perfect haunted house.  Nassau, New York.

Yes, those are skeletons on the middle balcony.  Yes, the stair railings have skulls affixed at the top and bottom.  At least there are American flags flying on the porch. There are also “No Trespassing” signs prominently displayed.  No kidding. I’m not going to test their resolve on that statement.

Though it was a tough day, there are signs of changes for the better just around the corner.  As I sit in one of the shadiest motel rooms I’ve ever stayed in, the frog in the creek behind the property are cheeping up a storm.  As Dad likes to point out, the hills are getting softer. There are hues of greens and reds and whites as the trees start the process of budding out into the sun after a long cold winter.

We’re still meeting interesting people like the post mistress of Brainard, NY and Fred, the paving contractor who is also a New York state licensed wilderness guide.  We walked past the Lebanon Valley Speedway and learned that Tony Stewart is going to be back on the 14th of July to participate in sprint car racing. I also saw some ducks on a creek that I couldn’t recognize, and I was too slow to snap a picture.

Most of all, we’re back on the road and making good progress.  We’re trying to make a run for Syracuse to participate in a family event, so wish us luck, dry weather, and a little less wind would be a big plus as well.