We spent the summer on and around Keuka Lake doing our favorite things: swimming, kayaking, relaxing on the dock, picking blueberries at Bedient Farm, eating fresh-picked corn.
This year we added biking, including several 44-mile round-the-lake trips.
This is our favorite route on a sunny, not-too-hot day: 7 miles down West Lake Road for an almond croissant at the Artisan Bakery in Hammondsport, the Coolest Small Town in America.
Then 15 miles up and around the east side of the lake for a Rachel sandwich and a craft beer at The Olney Place (the convenience store/deli/pub/souvenir t-shirt/everything shop)…
Another 10 or so miles for a Seneca Farms ice cream just outside Penn Yan.
Then the 12-mile home stretch across the top of the Y and down the west side of the lake. Jump in the lake, bike clothes and all.
When we left on September 2 for the Cape, Keuka Lake was still over 70 degrees. But now the long hot days of summer are over.
Jimmy Durante sang it best:
It’s a long, long way
From May to December
But the days grow short
When you reach September
As we started on the next leg of our journey, heading west in mid-September, Keuka Lake was 62—and Michael still went for a swim. The lake was peaceful, more seagulls than sailboats. Summer is over. We’re smelling the grapes, ready for harvest. The corn is withering on the vine and the glorious fall colors have arrived.
We could try to get all philosophical and talk about the major changes we’re going through as we make this next transition for our eight months on the road, but they don’t seem all that major. We’re just marching along, or perhaps meandering is a better term. The leaves, they are a-turning and the days are getting shorter.