In the morning, Steve went to a bike shop for some quick repair work. Meanwhile, I went to a laundrymat and, while there, called niece Bella to get her suggestion on brief sightseeing in Rochester. She suggested that we ride past the mansions on East Avenue, stop in the George Eastman house/museum, and stop for lunch on Park Blvd. I knew her advice would be excellent, even though the guy running the laundrymat said that the only thing on East Avenue was a bunch of old houses, and I should ride down Monroe, instead, to eat at a place that had great "white hots."
Steve was soon back from the bike shop, the laundry was done, we stopped for the small luxury of a coffee at Starbuck's, and then set off to follow Bella's advice. Needless to say, the old mansions were nice to look at, and the tour of the Eastman House was really great. Thanks, Bella.
On Park we stopped at Charlie's Frog Pond for lunch "al fresco." Very nice, even though they didn't have either white hots or a "garbage plate," which is apparently Rochester's contribution to fine cuisine.
From there we rode east, back to the canal and through the very picturesque towns of Pittsford and Fairport. We stopped at BW Ice Cream, to sample the homemade ice cream (soley out of intellectual curiosity, as I really wasn't hungry). Verdict: the chocolate was excellent; the vanilla was frosty rather than smooth; and, the pistachio tasted like vanilla with cheap flavoring -- no actual nuts in it. I wouldn't go back.
We camped at the lock in Macedon, and dined on my standard meal of pasta and Hormel Chile. No charge for the campground, and it was scenic, but there were no showers and the freight trains running on a track about a quarter of a mile away came through every hour, blowing their whistles.
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Walt Wright
917 783 6540
Walterwright@brooklynny.us
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