Last day in the dacks

We had a merciful, gentle descent out of the Adirondacks: pavement so fresh it was streaming, enough hills to keep things interesting but an overall loss of elevation all the way back to regular old beautiful upstate NY.

I always enjoy passing by cows and horses. They're generally intrigued by cyclists, and sometimes I feel like they'd be into some good nose scritches.

The day got a little more dramatic after First Lunch (chips, Snickers, and half a cliff bar each) when clouds started rolling in. We didn't make it long in the absolute maelstrom that followed. Riding in the rain is fine, but it was objectively dangerous to be out on the road so we took shelter in the first place that appeared. Which HAPPENED to be an ice cream-snack stand-campground with a covered pavilion. Well, that was that! How could we leave?Læs mere