Another day that starts with clouds and ends with sunshine. After a wonderful breakfast and visit with Jean and Jim Kopp, the owners, restorers, and operators of the wonderful Stamford Gables Inn, (Did you notice how many links to this B&B we’ve provided? It’s well worth a visit!),
Tim posts one final Stamford entry, and we’re off again – east on NYS Route 23, headed for Windham, NY. Each day I tell myself that I will take fewer pictures. . . that surely there won’t be anything particularly new or interesting to see. I’ve probably covered most subjects already. But you would be a amazed to see what wonders can be seen along the road from the viewpoint of a stoker on a recumbent tandem tricycle. Ours, by the way, is ten years old this summer. Thanks Dan Kavanagh for your wonderful workmanship on our Organic Engines Troika!
I rarely ask Tim to stop so I can take a photograph. Almost all of my pictures are taken from the back of the moving tandem. But every once in a while (if we aren’t speeding down a hill, or in a difficult place), I ask for a stop so I can go back and take a photograph I missed. When we pass the Fire Station in Prattsville, I asked for a halt. When Tim asks me what the sign means, I say, “I have no idea. That’s why I wanted the picture.”
So far on this trip, I’ve seen more horses than cows. I have been looking for the perfect horse picture to include in our story. But there is always some sort of problem. A fence in the way, the horse is eating, or I don’t get the whole horse. You’ll have to put these together in your mind to see what I’m after.
We have developed the habit of stopping for 10:00 post-breakfast, pre-lunch, ice cream cones. There are benefits to spending a few hours each day on a bicycle! This morning we pass the establishment noted with the first sign (too early, I guess) but stop at the second one – noted by the ice cream cone and the arrows. But when we go to the take-out window, the third sign is what we see. But it’s ice cream time, so we go inside to see what’s available. Chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, and rainbow sherbet. Not the biggest selection so far on this trip, but we each have a cone anyway.
I am fascinated by this photograph on the wall. The owner says it is his mother, taken in the Bronx, in 1940. He takes it down so I can study it more closely and says I can take a picture. I find it hard to tear myself away, but it’s time to move on.
Tim has gotten over the feeling that to be on a true cycling tour, we need to cover more miles each day. My difficulty in documenting this trip, is the lack of castle and cathedral photographs in my collection. Everybody else seems to include them. But wait, here’s my chance! In case the opportunity doesn’t arise again, I’ll include two photos of the same castle – from different angles.
Instead I can include photographs of construction equipment – some so large I can’t get the whole machine in one photograph, and some so small (and I think cute) that I think we might put in on our trailer and take it home.
By lunchtime we are already in Windham. One problem with short trips is that you get to your destination too early to check in. We stop at Messina’s Italian Restaurant for a wonderful lunch. It’s one of the few restaurants we visit where Tim does NOT say, “I could make this better.” But we are the only people in the restaurant. I hope more come later. Other places we pass are crowded. The people don’t know what they are missing!
Too early, but welcomed just the same, we arrive at The Thompson House for a wonderful two-night stay and day of rest.
Breakfast and lunch are included with our stay. And I get to spend a whole day learning how Norman Rockwell uses “each line, tone, color. . .each person, facial expression, gesture. . . for one supreme purpose—to tell a story.”