Finger Lakes

Yesterday, Lynn and I took a trip to Penn Yan, in the Finger Lakes region. His Uncle Earl, who died last year, had left Lynn a glass-fronted cabinet, and a couple of previous attempts to go get it were thwarted for one reason or another. This day, though, a gorgeous summer Saturday, was perfect.

We sort of knew how to get there. We Mapquested the route, plus I had my trusty GPS with us, so we weren’t too concerned about getting there. We set off, trying to follow the printed out directions, but realized at some point that we were off course. We turned on the GPS, but it turns out that the woman inside the device was a teensy bit snarky. I switched to a kinder sounding male voice, but he also made it very clear that he was displeased at our complete and total lack of direction-following skills. A phone call to Lynn’s cousin, who was at the house doing some cleaning, finally got us there.

We chatted for a bit , finding a much easier route home, had a drink, used the bathroom, loaded up the cabinet, and headed home. Even with a stop to eat, our 4 hour trip down turned into a 3 hour trip home. Much simpler.

The beauty of the day made the long trip bearable. About 45 minutes out of Springville, the windmills loomed up at us, a phenomenal site that brought the movie, “War of the Worlds” to my mind. The rest of the route was filled with gorgeous scenery – trees, lakes, rivers, hills, and abounding greenery. Pictures will not do justice, but we did take a few.
What a beautiful world we live in!