The Red Mill Inn
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Heading North again. From Utica, we cycled to Pulaski, which was about 100km. Very hilly. We are, however, slowly feeling the product of our hard work: sores are not as painful and our legs are getting stronger. Hills are starting to look more like hills rather than mountains now, which is good. In Pulaski, we stayed at Lou and Kit's house, two teachers who welcome cyclists very often. They cooked us a delicious meal and were very ...
... opted to move down the canal and find a mechanic elsewhere.
Before we could depart, we had to allow another boat "Queen B" to be maneuvered between our boat and others in the marina. This was quite unnerving as they were having a great deal of difficulty keeping her straight while backing out. Dennis assumed a position of "you are not going to hit my boat" close ...
... lived in when he was little and the owner was kind enough to invite us in to take a look. We then drove to see Adams elementary school, and began our trip east toward Syracuse. Immediately upon arriving in Syracuse we hit up Mannys t-shirt shop on Marshall street and loaded up on much needed Syracuse gear! Panda West, the location of our first date was still a staple on that street after all ...
... later in the evening that he was pretty anxious about this process as well.
The only boat to enter the lock with us was a trawler that had two people on it. One was the captain of the boat - a gentleman about our age. The second was an elderly gentleman that was working the ropes in the lock. I looked back at them ...
... got lunch at a “Red Robin”- awesome hamburger chain and stopped in an LL Bean store in Fayetteville. There was a farmers' market in the shopping center, heavy on the buzz-words, "organic", "vegan" and "gluten-free" along with some hookups for electric cars in the parking lot. We drove on to Cazenovia (where I had lived with my mother and grandmother during the War) via Chittenango Falls. I can remember seeing the falls several times when I was ...