I'm in the Best Western Little Falls' lobby, the only place where wireless internet can be found.
I'm late getting to my post because I've been reviewing some of my previous posts, in amazement.
Places like Gunnison, Colorado (where I was a month ago) feel like they're from another lifetime.
It's nice to have the blog format as a journal -- it's definitely a more substantial method of keeping one's memories in tact.
I know I'm already reviewing old posts with a touch of nostalgia. 308 miles remain before we dip our tires in the Atlantic. It really seems feasible that soon I will have crossed the country on my bicycle; a realization of a perpetual yearning. How can it be? ...
Today at dinner Mike Munk read aloud a letter sent from Herbivore. Herb had good news about his shoulder injury -- that he could expect a full recovery. Herb expressed how difficult it was to have left the tour so abruptly; contending with the shock of a major injury, and the return to home life without completing his goal. He urged us to savor every moment remaining; that we might not understand how wonderful it is to be part of the experience.
We all applauded when Mike finished reading. It was a truly inspiring and renewing missive.
I miss seeing Herb. He had an amiable presence...
Today's ride from Liverpool to Little Falls was quite flat so it was 80 miles completed in four hours and 21 minutes of riding. It's been quite a while since we've been able to ride that kind of mileage in that kind of time frame.
The route was quite nice, even the last 20 miles on route 5.
When we arrived in Little Falls, a group of us went for lunch by the riverfront.
We were seated in a screened-in dining area. I commented to the group that it was the perfect spot for a nap on a hammock.
The restaurant offered a really nice lunch, which hasn't been easy to come by.
A few steps along the road brought views of the Mohawk River.
After dinner, and then laundry at the ratty laundromat, I walked up the street to Stewarts for a small peanut butter sundae. I was surprised to find Stewarts open. All other Little Falls businesses are closed before 9 p.m. The only activity visible was from teenagers hanging out in front of pizza places, even on a Friday night.
Tomorrow will be our last day in New York, destination Troy.
It will also be a low-altitude-gain day, predominantly on bike trails so, leisurely.
Savor it I must.
Parting shot: Shabby Little Falls balconies that if stood on, offer a dip in the waters!...