We headed to Erie for the day. Our first stop was Presque Isle, a sandy peninsula jutting into Lake Erie. The neck of the peninsula is attached to the mainland, 4 miles west of downtown Erie. The sandy land mass, called a sandspit, was formed in the most recent glacial period, 11,000 years ago. Declared a state park in 1921, Presque Isle State Park has 3,112-acres of lakefront nature. The park has 13 miles of roads, 21 miles of recreational trails, 13 beaches for swimming, and a marina. It’s Pennsylvania’s only “seashore”. We debated bringing the bikes and decided against it. When I saw how gorgeous the park was I regretted our decision. I wish we had an extra day to spend just biking the isle.

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The beaches on Presque Isle are numbered. We stopped at Beach 7 for lunch. A family consisting of 2 grandparents with their 2 granddaughters were enjoying the beach. I loved watching the grand dad playing with one of the kids in the lake, until a lifeguard waved them in closer to shore.

There’s an inlet on the bay side of the Isle called Horseshoe Pond with an interesting history dating back to the 1890s. In that era, many immigrants, mostly Russian and Slovak, couldn’t afford regular houses, so they just built shacks that also floated.

In the early 1920s, the Park and Harbor Commission, which was then in charge of Presque Isle State Park, realized they had a severe problem with the houseboats. Because they were all over the bay, and usually in terrible condition, arguments and problems between the owners and the commission were ongoing. The Commission decided to limit the number of houseboats and contain them to Horseshoe Pond. Today 24 houseboats serve as summer homes to its owners.

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We drove around the park, stopping to marvel at the houseboats, then drove on to stop at one of the lighthouses. The Tom Ridge Environmental Center is located at the entrance of the park. We were hoping to stop in to learn more about the Isle’s diverse ecosystem, but realized we didn’t have time to explore the Center before it closed for the day.

We headed back to the campground through the city of Erie and onto Geneva-on- the-Lake, Ohio, a resort village in the northeast corner of Ashtabula county on Lake Erie. The main road through the village is called “the Strip”, and is lined with parks, restaurants, arcades, and ice cream and candy shops and has been a tourist attraction for decades. It had a Jersey Shore feel to it, touristy and a little too tacky for me.

We stopped for dinner at Luisa’s Mexican Grill in Geneva proper, right on the main street. Across the street was a store front that took up the entire block with the name ‘Griffiths’ in big letters across the top. Griffith’s Furniture and Appliances was a family-owned business that clearly had a significant role in the town. Now it sits empty. I always feel a little sad in these areas that were once popular and full of life, but now are mostly empty and a little run down.

This week is Lake Erie week. We’re staying in Ashtabula, OH in the Hide-a-way Lakes Campground. Lake Erie is the shallowest and the fourth largest of the 5 Great Lakes (Ontario is the smallest). It has the reputation of being the “killer lake” due to severe and sudden storms that can quickly kick up waves.

Ashtabula County is in the northeast corner of Ohio along the shore of Lake Erie, about halfway between Cleveland, OH and Erie, PA. It covers 26 miles of Lake Erie shoreline.  The Iroquois people, the Six Nations, called the area home. The Northwest Indian War (1785-1795) was mounted to push out the indigenous settlers of the region, enabling Europeans to move in.

The area was first settled by Europeans in 1801; its name, most likely of Algonquian origin, probably means “river of many fish” (that’s a lot of maybes). In the early 1800s, Ashtabula County was the first county created in the Western Reserve.  Beginning in the late 19th century, Ashtabula became a major coal port on Lake Erie at the mouth of the Ashtabula River northeast of Cleveland.

What the heck is the Western Reserve? That’s the question I asked myself and I quickly realized how little I know about Colonial history. As I sort of jokingly told Michael, I know about the Mayflower and I know about the Boston Tea Party and the Revolutionary War and I don’t know much about the 150ish years in between. So I set out to learn a little bit about Colonial America to help me understand about the Western Reserve. Here’s some of what I’ve learned.

As the English settled the Eastern seaboard of the “New World”, charters were granted by the British Crown giving colonies the legal right to exist and outlining the relationship between the colony and the Crown. There were 3 kinds of charters. One, simply called a Charter, was granted to businesses (Connecticut, Massachusetts and Rhode Island). Royal charters granted a colony legal status but continued to be governed by the British government (New Hampshire, New York, New Jersey, North and South Carolina, Georgia). Proprietary charters were granted to an individual or family (Delaware, Maryland, Pennsylvania). As part of their charters, colonies would often claim land beyond their immediate area.

The colony of Connecticut laid claim to a large portion of what is now Northern Ohio, extending westward with no limit and named it the Connecticut Western Reserve.  The Connecticut Land Company sent General Moses Cleaveland to survey the land and lay out townships. One of the earliest towns was named for the surveyor. Originally called Cleaveland, a map maker’s ‘typo’ resulted in the new spelling of Cleveland and that’s how it’s been spelled since the 1820s. The area’s accessibility to Lake Erie drew many New Englanders to the Reserve. Following the Revolutionary War, Connecticut gave up its claim to the Western Reserve in exchange for the new Federal government assuming its war debts.

The term Western Reserve is still used in the area – the Western Reserve Land Conservancy, Western Reserve Academy, some public schools have the term in their name (Western Reserve Middle School in Collins, OH), the Western Reserve school district, etc.

Probably the most widely known (the one I was familiar with) is Case Western Reserve University. Starting out as Western Reserve college, founded in 1826, as with most (maybe all) of the early educational institutions like Harvard, Yale, Princeton… the purpose of the school was to train young men for the clergy.  Several school mergers later, Case Western Reserve University was established in 1969, the final merger between Western Reserve University and Case Institute of Technology. 

In the 19^th century, the Western Reserve region was probably the most fervent anti-slavery area in the country leading to Ohio’s prominent role in the abolitionist movement and the Underground Railroad. Another piece of Ohio and Lake Erie history to learn about…

SATURDAY Today was the nicest weather day we’ve had here, although still too hot for me. There was less humidity, so it didn’t feel as oppressive. It was in the low 80s, with mostly blue skies. There was a breeze, making it tolerable in the shade. It’s our last day here. Tomorrow we move on to Ashtabula, OH, on Lake Erie.

We drove to Lockport today, about 16 miles southeast of Wilson. The history of Lockport is tied to the building of the Erie Canal. The Canal was built between 1817 and 1825, eventually creating a waterway connecting the Hudson River, near Albany to the Niagara River, near Buffalo onto Lake Erie. The Erie Canal transformed New York City into a major port, supplanting Boston and Philadelphia.

To reach Lake Erie, the Canal designers and builders had to solve the challenge of what’s called the Niagara Escarpment, a geological feature between Rochester and Buffalo, where the land rises sharply over a rocky ridge. Their design solution was to build a “staircase” named the Flight of Five, that would lift or lower a canal boat in 5 steps. The Flight of Five Locks (5 locks going west, 5 locks going east) was built in what became Lockport.

We visited the Erie Canal Discovery Center, a small but informative museum on the history of the Erie Canal and how it created Lockport. There was a model of the Flight of Five locks and a short video illustrating the 5 locks in action. The Center is located near the locks, offering more information about the Canal and locks.

The parking lot for the Center was near a lovely square in downtown Lockport where the local Farmer’s Market is held. Before heading into the Discovery Center, we walked through the stalls, coming away with some fresh produce, including free kale given to us by the farmers who didn’t want to take it back with them.

After our visit to the Center, we drove to a nearby park to eat lunch, then over to the Erie Canalway Trail for a bike ride along the Canal.

Yesterday we took a bike ride on the Two Mile Creek Greenway section of the Shoreline Trail that follows the Niagara River. The bike path took us through the Isle View Park, a pretty park that clearly gets a lot of use. There were lots of folks sitting by the water, some having picnics. There were boats and water skiers on the river. There was even a wedding in progress. The Park has a gazebo, boat launch pads, a playground and even had a pretty garden called The Tribute Garden honoring lives affected by domestic violence. The Park is a lovely community resource.

Daisy Barn Campground will be our home for the next 6 days. The campground is located in the Village of Wilson, New York, a sleepy, one traffic-light village and farming community on the shore of Lake Ontario. Wilson is 20 miles east of the city of Niagara Falls, 77 miles west of Rochester and 37 miles across the lake from Toronto. On a clear day you can see Toronto. The occasional wafting aroma of cow manure confirms we are in a farming town; takes me back to my UMass/Amherst days when, in late spring, we would step out of our dorms and be enveloped by the smell of manure as the local farmers readied their fields for the growing season.

It’s a quiet campground, with mostly seasonal campers. The big entertainment is walking down to the shore to watch the sunset over Lake Ontario. The weather is hot and humid, making it unpleasant to be outside for any length of time. Thank goodness for the RV’s air conditioning.

Our first full day here we drove to Niagara Falls State Park; might as well get the expected visit to the Falls out of the way. I figured visiting the Falls was a corny, touristy thing to do. Was I wrong! Looking out on the powerful falls was breathtaking. What an amazing show nature puts on for us lowly humans to enjoy.

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Fun facts:
• Three different Falls make up what we call “Niagara Falls”: The Canadian Horseshoe Falls – the largest of the falls with 90% of it in Canada; The American Falls – the second-largest; and Bridal Veil Falls – the smallest of the falls.

• Niagara Falls is at the international boundary between the US and Canada. The Niagara River is a connecting channel between two Great Lakes, Erie and Ontario.

• The source of the water that plunges over the Falls comes from four of the Great Lakes: Superior, Huron, Michigan and Erie. Once the water flows over the Falls, it travels down the Niagara River to Lake Ontario, then flows into the St. Lawrence River and finally into the Atlantic. The water flow journey takes about 15 hours.

• The Great Lakes is the world’s largest surface freshwater system in the world containing about 18% of the world’s supply. If spread out, the volume of water in the Great Lakes would cover North America in about 3.5 ft. of water.

• Why is the water so green? The startling green color of the Niagara River is a visible tribute to the erosive power of water. An estimated 60 tons of dissolved minerals are swept over Niagara Falls every minute. The color comes from the dissolved salts and very finely ground rock called ‘rock flour’.

• Less than 1% of the water in the Great Lakes is renewable, while the rest of it comes from the last ice age. (That’s some pretty old water!) The waterfalls have been pumping out water for the past 12,000 years, even as they’ve receded about 7 miles back.

After marveling at the power and beauty of the American and Bridal Veil Falls, we found a shaded table to have lunch, then drove to Goat Island. Goat Island is a small island in the Niagara River that separates the Bridal Veil Falls and the Horseshoe Falls. From Goat Island you get an up-close view of the Horseshoe Falls, so close you get rained on by the mist off the Falls.

We then headed over to the Aquarium of Niagara, a small aquarium with a big mission: to inspire people to make a difference for aquatic life. Founded in 1965 by a group of scientists and chemists, their goal was to develop and promote an artificial seawater formula specifically for inland aquariums. Their formula, Instant Ocean, is now used by most inland aquariums all over the world.

The Aquarium is a rescue facility. They accept rescued marine mammals with all sorts of conditions, from blindness to chronic seizures to missing flippers; some of the animals were injured by boat propellers and fishing equipment. The goal of their program is to give the animals a fulfilled second chance at life, while educating the public about the plights aquatic animals face and how we can work together to help. The facility is evolving into the premier facility for blind seals. All of their seals were rescued and deemed at low chance of survival if returned to their natural habitat. They also have 3 sea lions.

We arrived just in time to watch the sea lion show. It was sweet to see the animals’ relationship with their trainers – 2 young women whose affection for the sea lions was clear in their interactions. The Aquarium has a Penguin Coast exhibit with a colony of Humboldt penguins. There’s something mesmerizing about penguins, they’re so darn adorable.

After stopping at a local market for some groceries, we headed back on the Niagara Scenic Parkway, stopping at Whirlpool State Park, where you can get a close up view of the rapids of the Niagara River as it rushes through the gorge, creating a whirlpool.

After dinner we walked down to the lake shore to watch the sunset. The skies were hazy so we couldn’t get a clear view of the sun sinking below the horizon, but the pinks and oranges of the setting sun were pretty nonetheless. And you CAN see Toronto across the lake! Because of the haze we needed binoculars to get a better look, but you could see the skyline out there.

We visited the Corning Museum of Glass. Who knew you could have an entire museum devoted to glass? You can easily spend 2 days exploring all the museum has to offer. It’s an art museum, with several rooms devoted to contemporary glass art, it’s amazing what artists can do with glass as their medium; it’s a history museum documenting 3,500 years of glass making; it’s a science and technology museum, where you can learn about glass chemistry, about inventors whose ideas changed the world and all of the ways glass has influenced the way we live. There are 30 glass shows a day where you can watch glass blowers and flame workers, there are interactive exhibits, like Make Your Own Glass and more. We barely scratched the surface, spending much of our visit enjoying the art and watching a glass blower make a delicate looking pitcher and a flamethrower working on an intricate flower bouquet. We capped off our visit at the gift shop and bought a Pyrex casserole dish for the RV kitchen for only $5 and added to our set of Corelle dishes.

We drove around Seneca Lake following the Seneca Lake Wine Trail. The trail is a 37-mile drive  around the entirety of the lake, with wineries offering tastings and wine cellars. Some of the wineries have cafes or restaurants with views of the lake, some had gift shops. There are more than 31 vineyards along the lake and those are just the member wineries that are highlighted on the Trail. The drive offers some gorgeous views of the lake and the hills beyond. We stopped for one tasting at the Seneca Shore Wine Cellars. For $10 you get a flight of 5 wines of your choosing; we tasted 10 wines between us, more like sips since we’re both light weight drinkers. It’s fun to taste the varieties of wine vintners produce. I tried a wine called “Kisses” that tasted like strawberries and chocolate, and enjoyed their Merlot. We stopped in Geneva at the northern tip of the Lake. Geneva is home to William and Hobart College; it seemed like a pretty place to go to school. We took a walk on the boardwalk and stopped for a snack, but the buzzing wasps were a nuisance and drove us away.

We visited the roadside waterfalls of Montour Falls. The village of Montour Falls is named for Queen Catharine Montour, a Seneca tribe leader and resident of the area. Originally named Catharine’s Town, it was the target of the Battle of Newtown of 1779, the military action aimed at driving the Iroquois nations out of the area to deprive the British of an important ally. Queen Catharine Montour’s log palace was burned down and residents of Catharine’s Town dispersed as far away as Niagara and Canada.

The Village of Montour Falls is surrounded by hills rising 1,000 feet with seven natural glens (narrow valleys) and several waterfalls. Shequaga Falls (Tumbling Waters in the Seneca language) is located at the end of Main Street, between 2 houses. Imagine having a 165-foot tall waterfall in your backyard? There’s a small park at the foot of the falls with benches and picnic tables. It’s amazing to me that you can park your car, walk maybe 50 yards and stand at the foot of a waterfall.

Down the street from Shequaga Falls is Aunt Sarah’s Falls. Apparently, the falls often dry out to a trickle, but the day we visited the falls were roaring, thanks to tropical storm Fred’s heavy rains. Who was Aunt Sarah?  According to local legend, she was an Indian wife of an early settler to this area, who jumped to her death from the falls. At one time there was a rock carving of an Indian woman’s face near the base of the falls. It was reportedly destroyed by men believing that there was gold hidden behind it.  

Then we drove to the Deckertown Falls on the outskirts of the village, tucked between a neighborhood and farm fields. We parked and took the short trail (manageable enough for me) to the base of the falls. Several young people were splashing and swimming in the water. Michael continued on the trail to get closer to the falls, but wasn’t able to get a good look because of the leafy trees and vantage point.

 

 

We spent Friday in the city of Ithaca. Ithaca is a city of 32,000 on the southern tip of Cayuga Lake. Home to Cornell University, Ithaca College and Tompkins-Cortland Community College it nearly doubles in size during the school year. The city’s motto “Ithaca is Gorges” derives from several deeply cut gorges, with spectacular waterfalls carved through the rolling terrain. It was Cornell’s move in day, so the city was bustling with young looking first year students and their families.

We stopped in at Cornell’s Botanic Garden. We found a shaded table tucked in behind the Welcome Center and sat and enjoyed our lunch. It was a hot, muggy day so the shade was welcomed. We walked through the Herb Garden, nicely laid out with raised stone beds filled with themed herb gardens, like Herbs of Literature, Herbs of the Ancients, Medicinal Herbs, Savory Herbs, Fragrant Herbs and Sacred Herbs. There was a lovely arbor with seating at either end. I sat on one end in the cool, damp shade while Michael took a 45-minute work call to plan for possible computer disruptions due to the coming hurricane. It was so humid that I didn’t mind the break.

Then we headed over to the Cayuga Waterfront Trail for a bike ride. An 8-mile paved trail along the southern shore of Cayuga Lake, the trail takes you past the Ithaca Farmers Market, Cornell’s Boathouse, The Hangar Theater where they were setting up an outdoor stage for their production of “Queen’s Girl in the World”, the biggest dog park either one of us had ever seen, a golf course and the US Coast Guard station in Ithaca.

After our bike ride, we drove to Buttermilk Falls State Park which takes its name from the foaming cascade formed by Buttermilk Creek as it flows down the steep valley side toward Cayuga Lake. You can see the lower falls from the parking lot. I walked along the Gorge Trail as far as I could, then perched on a stone wall as Michael continued along the trail for a better look.

We were hoping to grab dinner in Ithaca, but restaurants were busier than usual thanks to Move-in day. So we drove to Watkins Glen and ate at Kookalaroc’s Bar and Grill, a locals’ place with picnic tables and a guy playing keyboards and singing badly. The food was mediocre and the bugs were biting.

On Saturday we drove to Champlin Beach on Keuka Lake. Unlike the other Finger Lakes that are long and narrow (like fingers, get it?), Keuka is Y-shaped, like fingers making a peace sign or a victory sign.  In the past it was referred to as the ‘Crooked Lake’. Keuka (kew-ka) means “canoe landing” in the Iroquis language and “lake with an elbow” in the Seneca language.

 

Calling Champlin Beach a beach is a bit of a stretch. There was no sandy area and it was more of a grassy park along the edge of the lake. We weren’t sure if there was once a stretch of sand that had been washed out by rising water or if this is what constitutes a beach in these parts. There was a small, sectioned off swimming area watched over by two lifeguards; seemed like overkill to me. I would love to see these lifeguards manage the ocean beaches of RI or Cape Cod.

We left the “beach” and drove along the western shore of Keuka Lake. The road was on the top of a hill and below the road there was a long stretch of lake houses. You could mostly just see the tops of the roofs. Many of the houses had docks. We drove across the northern tips of the 2 branches, then made our way to Seneca Lake.

On our way back we stopped at Glenora Wine Cellars, Seneca Lakes oldest winery established in 1977. Besides the winery it has a restaurant and a 30 room inn; the wine cellar is on a hill with restaurant and inn below. We bought some snacks, I ordered a glass of Wondrous Watermelon fruit wine and we sat out on the deck overlooking the lake and the vineyards beyond. Tomorrow is our last day here. It’ll be a downtime day as we ready to move onto the next leg of our trip. Lake Ontario is up next.

One of the things the early European explorers discovered in the region now called the Finger Lakes was an abundance of wild grapevines. The early European settlers of the area tried growing grapes to produce the kind of wine they had enjoyed back home. But the grape vines they planted failed to survive long enough in the Northeastern climate to bear sufficient crops. The earliest recorded attempt at growing grapes dates to 1829, when Reverend William Bostwick planted 2 kinds of grapes in the rectory garden in Hammondsport, near Keuka Lake.

In the 1950s, Ukrainian immigrant Dr. Konstantin Frank, armed with a Ph.D. in viticulture and experience in winemaking in the cool Ukrainian climate, went to work at Cornell in Ithaca; his Ph.D. thesis was on techniques for growing the common grapevine in a cold climate. He urged local winemakers to move away from native North American grapes and instead plant Vitis vinifera, (the common grapevine) the traditional grapes of European winemakers. His techniques and innovations began a wine-making revolution in the Finger Lakes.

Along with the hybrid grapes developed by Dr. Frank, the lakes themselves are responsible for the success of the vineyards. The deep lakes help to moderate the temperature. Stored heat is released from the lakes during winter, keeping the local climate mild relative to the surrounding area and helping to prevent early frost. Most of the vineyards are planted on steep hillsides overlooking the lakes, providing good drainage, better sun exposure and reduced risk of frost.

The big boon to the Finger Lakes wine industry was the passage of the New York Farm Winery Act in 1976 permitting wineries to sell directly to the public. Within 20 years of the law taking effect the number of Finger Lakes wineries grew from half a dozen to 50. As of spring 2014, there were 130 wineries and current estimates put that number at 200. 

It’s Wednesday and it’s been raining all day, not just occasional rain throughout the day, but a fairly steady, drenching rain courtesy of Tropical Storm Fred. The nearby town of Addison was evacuated. It sits on Tuscarora Creek and there’s a risk of flooding.

It’s definitely an inside day, enabling Michael to work all day guilt-free. It’s given me the chance to read, do some long overdue synagogue work and write the blog post on Corning’s history. It’s a low key, productive day, but I do hope the rain stops soon.

One of the things I most enjoy about travelling is learning the history of a place. So here goes my history lesson on Corning, NY.

Corning is located in Steuben County. (Fun fact: Steuben County is bigger in size than RI.) The county was named for Baron von Steuben, a Prussian military officer who fought on the American side during the Revolutionary War. He was responsible for whipping the bedraggled Continental Army into a fighting force; we learned about him at the Valley Forge Park. “How does a ragtag volunteer army in need of a shower somehow defeat a global superpower?” (Guns and Ships/Hamilton: The Musical). The answer: Baron von Steuben.

A settlement, near today’s Corning, was founded in 1796 as a lumber town. It was named for the Albany financier and railroad executive Erastus Corning. He spearheaded the building of a railroad connecting Pennsylvania coal mines with the Chemung canal. The Chemung River, a Lenape word for “at the horn”, flows through the town. The town of Corning was established in1852.

Land Acknowlegement: The native settlers of the region were tribes of the Iroquis Nation. Corning lies on the ancestral lands of the Seneca people.

During the Revolutionary War, American forces were plagued by negative encounters with the native tribes. The Iroquois tribes were British allies. They helped British forces raid and terrorize the Continental Army and neighboring settlements.

In 1779, Washington ordered an attack on the Iroquois tribes, looking to destroy the Iroquois Nation (insert very sad and deeply disappointed emoji). This military action became known as the Battle of Newtown. After the war, Washington recognized the need to amicably settle land disputes with the Iroquois. A conference was scheduled to work out treaties with the various tribes; 5 treaties were signed. Later in 1794, the Second Treaty of Canandaigua recognized and ratified all former agreements. But, as one historian put it, “…they did not realize that millions of white people would eventually arrive and take most of their land.”

In 1868, the owner of the Brooklyn Flint Glass Works relocated his company to Corning, NY, spurred by the cheap, unlimited supply of coal, a willing work force and excellent transportation via the railroad. He changed the name of the company to Corning Flint Glass Works.

Corning, Inc., headquartered  in Corning , NY for over a 150 years, has a long history of science-based innovations in glassware and ceramics. In the 1880s it worked with Thomas Edison to develop the light bulb, in the 1930s it fabricated telescope mirrors for the California Institute of Technology, in the 60s it helped create safer windshields, in the 70s it worked on the development of fiber optics. And let’s not forget Pyrex, Corningware and Corelle, all developed and manufactured by Corning, Inc.

Corning, Inc has without a doubt played an outsized role in the development of this corner of Upstate New York.

The first leg of our trip is to the Finger Lakes region of New York State. The Finger Lakes are a group of eleven long, narrow, roughly north–south flowing lakes in the central part of the state. A Native American legend claims that the lakes were formed when the Great Spirit laid its hands on the land to bless it, leaving behind finger imprints that filled with water, forming the lakes. The area also has gorges and waterfalls aplenty.  The region is the biggest producer of wines in NY state, with over 120 wineries.

Our first stop was in Cobleskill, NY, about halfway to Corning. We spent the night in the parking lot at Grapevine Farms, a Harvest Host. The Farm is housed in an 1850’s farmhouse. It has three floors: a wine cellar/shop selling only NY State wines, a bistro and a gift shop. We only made it to the wine cellar for a tasting and purchased a bottle of wine and some hard cider. The farmhouse has a lovely veranda where we sat and enjoyed a glass of the wine we tasted. We chatted with the server who was warm and friendly. And we took our dinner out to the Adirondack chairs by the field. It was a pretty night, a bit overcast so no starry sky, but still a pleasant evening. Only the bugs kept us from hanging out longer.

Typically, Harvest Host locations offer you a place to boondock for the night. Boondocking is camping without electric/water connections, i.e., hook-ups. Having nothing to unhook makes it easy to get an early start in the morning. Which is exactly what we did, arriving by early afternoon at our home for the next seven days – MorningStar RV Park in Corning, NY. After hooking up and eating a late lunch we headed into Watkins Glen. The village of Watkins Glen sits on the southern tip of Seneca Lake, the deepest and second longest of the Finger Lakes.

Michael associates Watkins Glen with auto racing. I associate it with music festivals. Turns out we were both right.

In 1948, a Cornell law student proposed to the Chamber of Commerce that an amateur road race be held in the village, to be named “Watkins Glen Grand Prix”. The Chamber authorized it and on October 2, 1948, 15 cars started the 8-lap, 52.8-mile race referred to as The Glen. Initially, public roads were used for the race course. In 1956 a permanent circuit for the race was built.

In 1957 NASCAR came to town, followed by the International Formula Libre in 1958. Auto racing continues in Watkins Glen and is so popular with the NASCAR community that the current track and facility is named “America’s Best NASCAR Track”.

Summer Jam was held on July 28, 1973 at the Grand Prix Racetrack in Watkins Glen. A record-breaking total of 600,000 people showed up for the festival, more than at Woodstock. At the time it earned the title of “largest audience for a pop festival” by the Guinness Book of World Records.

We drove on Route 414 and came upon Hector Falls, right along the roadside. You can pull over, park the car and walk over to the falls. The Falls are 165’ high, only 50’ of it is above the road, but it still looked fairly impressive to me.

We took a a drive through town, following some of the original Grand Prix road course, then made our way to the Watkins Glen State Park. The centerpiece of the nearly 800-acre park is a 400’ gorge cut through by the Glen Creek. The Park has three trails that take you by its 19 waterfalls. The most popular trail is the 1.5-mile Gorge Trail. The beginning of the trail is paved and takes you to the first waterfalls under the Sentry Bridge. The Sentry Bridge dates back to the 1930s and was built by the Civilian Conservation Corps. Then you climb a long set of steps to get to the bridge and continue along the trail. I didn’t even try to make it past the stairs (the trail has 800 steps total), but the entrance was stunning enough for me.

It was close to dinnertime, so we decided to look for a place to eat. We opted for The Village Marina Bar & Grill at Seneca Harbor. It has outdoor seating by the marina overlooking Seneca Lake. It was a great way to end the day.

We headed out on Sunday for our Lakes adventure, but not without last minute drama. A pattern seems to be emerging that some crisis or urgent situation comes up that has to be addressed before we leave sending us into a stressful tizzy. This trip was no different.

Aaron has a new job in Lincoln, which is a bit of a drive from his place in Newport. For the last few weeks he’s been spending a few nights with us in Providence to shorten his drive to work. It’s lovely having him with us. He is still loving and affectionate. The close proximity makes it easier to have interesting conversations where I get to hear his views and perspectives on life. I marvel at what a wonderful human being he is and am so grateful for the relationship we have.

Saturday evening while having dinner at our house Aaron got an email from his manager. She tested positive for COVID; he spent most of Wednesday’s work day with her behind the desk. Yikes! Panic ensues. He’s planning to drive to NJ the next day for the wedding of a childhood friend and Monday he has plans to visit with some college friends. And, of course, we’re leaving the next day.

He took a rapid test. Negative. But rapid tests have a 50% false negative; they’re useful if you’re positive, not so much if you’re negative. A PCR test is the gold standard, which he got Sunday morning. Aaron canceled his trip to NJ and waited for his test results.

But what do WE do? If he’s positive that means we were exposed. It’s easy enough to socially distance and even quarantine in the motorhome, but do we want to risk being sick on the road? It was a gut-wrenching evening of discussion and researching and worry and sadness for Aaron. In the end we decided to go ahead with our plans. I figured at the first sign of a symptom we would head back home.

The good news is that Aaron tested negative. He missed the wedding and the visit with his friends, but was greatly relieved that he didn’t expose anyone to this nasty virus. Phew! That’s the first time we’ve knowingly come close to possible exposure to COVID, but probably not the last.