As we pass Poland, Rome, and Hague, NY, we feel like we are on an international trip. Nice deception.
Poland's street signs are adorable, resembling Victorian gingerbread details, with tiny scrollwork at the corners of the signs.
Rome sports patriotic red, white and blue fire hydrants.
We speculate about Speculator, and wonder what's blowing on Glass Factory Rd.
Strangely enough, the Erie Canal looks tiny.
There is a couple on a 3-wheeled motorcycle, complete with luggage trunk. Snazzy!
Just as we pass the Town of Ohio, we are inside the Adirondack State Park. Most of the homes we pass are either cedar shake siding or log homes, the majority of which have tin roofs. We like!
Did you know that Chestertown, NY is the home of the 1964 National Christmas Tree?
A Quebequois bus stops at a rest stop we pass and discharges a multitude of nationalities. They are no doubt happy to be up out of their seats at least briefly.
On I-90, the rest stops are what Bob describes as "mansions", or as they're called in Dallas, "McMansions". Yet when we turn onto St. Rt. 87, we get pit toilets in a shanty, comparable to what you'd get in a low-price campground. Much better use of our tax dollars - we'd rather see the money used to repair bumpy road conditions.
Must have been a forest fire here recently. On both sides of the road are white ashen topless pine trunks.
This does not compute: A BMW towing a pop-up trailer. Well, I guess even the very wealthy like to camp in the wilderness, but it has certainly seemed like the majority of campers we've met over our many months on the road have been middle-class folks like us.
