Its cool and dark outside and the silence is broken only by the echoes of children up too late, and parents calling them in. Our own child was asleep about five minutes after curling up in his bunk and is clutching his pillow like a life raft.
We both had visions of Seneca Falls being a little slice of sunlit paradise, perched prettily on the point of the lake with chi-chi coffee shops and antiquarian bookstores. But as we arrived in the drizzle, it was clear that Seneca Falls’ glory days were behind it. There were lots of bric-a-brac places and grubby storefronts, including one called “Women-Made”, which I hilariously suggested would be selling things like shelving that wasn’t quite level. How we laughed. Well one of us laughed, another of us gave me a hard stare. The third carried on skipping.
We ate in a down-home deli with a sandwich selection only slightly shorter than the bible. A well meaning team of teens was handling the orders and the young woman who took mine suddenly decided to go and work the till halfway through. Everyone else in the line got their food and went round me while our half-made sarnies sat on the side. Eventually I asked if someone else could perhaps finish making them, and when they were finished I got to the till where my original sandwich maestro was now working. I could see her suddenly remember me “Oh. Hi!” she said brightly and gave me a smile in recognition that we had once colluded in an order way back when. The food was good and worth the wait, but the rain was now falling heavily outside and we decided to press on.
Skaneateles was more like the kind of Finger Lake town we had imagined, and indeed we made a bee line for the “Creekside Book store and Coffee Shop”. There we bought, er books and coffee, and the lady asked us what brought us to “Skinny-Atlas”. So that’s how you say it. We walked back to look at Skinny Atlas lake which was unbelievably clear and glacially blue. It would have been gorgeous on a brighter day.
And so to Green Lakes State Park where we were obliged to book two nights, even though we only really needed one. We made up for it by eating at the park’s clubhouse on top of a hill. The sweeping view down to the lake was a great backdrop and it was a fun evening eating outside as the evening began to draw on.
So, 500 miles down (almost), perhaps 3000 to go. And the movie you are struggling to remember was “Its a Wonderful Life” by the way.