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Up and out at 9am. First to a local rummage sale got a brass clock, figurines, and heavy pot. Sat in the Church for a few minutes.
Then off to the Baseball Hall of Fame. Very nice museum. Highlights; Babe Ruth, who's on first, brass plaques to hall of famers..Joe DiMaggio. Bought hat for Tye, shirt for Dave. I enjoyed ...
... As was a lot of Cooperstown.
Left around noon and went over to the James Fennimore Cooper Art Museum. There we saw a wonderful Indian artifacts. Perhaps a little disappointed that they did not tell the story of James Fennimore Cooper and history of Cooperstown. Had a wonderful lunch at on the veranda which reminded me of Powerscourt outside of Dublin.
Next was a stop two thrift stores where we picked up a few little ...
Thursday, April 31, 2015
Woke up early excited about the day ahead. Weather was in the high 60's sunny. Decided to go to the Farmer's Museum while the weather was good. Started our day driving around Lake Otsego to kill some time before the Farmer's Museum opened at 10am. Isn't is funny how sometimes, without any planning, you run into the most exquisite locations. We happened on ...
... the bridge over the Mohawk River that dips down to what used to be the main street before it climbs up the opposite hill and the virtually deserted mall that divides what used the be the main street in half. It has always seemed odd to me.
Then we headed south on Rt 30 to catch Rt 20- the Great Western Turnpike that crossed New York State in the old days. We are going back in time to visit some historical sights today so might as well get ...
... desserts. When darkness fell, we studied the bike map by flashlight, snug in our tent. Tommorrow's route traveled into the Adirondacks. Maura and I had dreamed about visiting this legendary mountain region for years. We fell sleep with smiles on our faces, lulled into dreamland by the soothing babble of the Black River.