Wow, the states are really flying by now. Welcome to the East Coast, I suppose.
After saying farewell to my wonderful hosts in Pennsylvania, I pressed on, quickly crossing the border into New York!
The overcast sky was perfect weather for riding. Not too cold, but brisk.
Lately, I've been seeing a lot of willow trees. If I had a list of favorite trees, the weeping willow would be at the top.
Buildings cropped up more frequently nearing the outskirts of a town. While traversing a bridge passing over the interstate I spotted this factory.
I guess this is where Welch's Juice is made.
I stopped rigorously planning my routes a long time ago. As you may know, I typically make up the route each morning, consisting of a direction and a few options of places to sleep on that path.
This allows me to travel at my own pace - if I find something interesting or people to chat with, I'm not forced to make it to a predetermined place. I just pick a camping option closer to me.
However, in this case, my nearest camping option was just after the Seneca Indian Reservation at a state park. And I spent a lot of time talking to people today, lazily riding around.
With quite a few miles until the campground, and the sun low in the sky, I ran into a cyclist from Hamburg, Germany. Although I felt pressed to setup camp before it got dark, I had to stop and talk to the other cycle tourist.
This is Kurt, on day three of his adventure. He is truly roughing it; no tent & minimal gear. But he says he prefers it that way, traveling lightly. I'm not sure I could do without a tent, not because of the weather, but the bugs.
Kurt asked for a recommendation for stealth camping down the road. I told him that if he could clock fifteen miles, there was a beautiful park right along the beach.
His long term goal is Mexico. On a three month visa. Safe travels Kurt!
Yet another sunset on Lake Erie. This is the view to my left for the majority of my ride along the lake!
Finally, I made it to Farnham, the sun already set. At the entrance to the state park I asked the park ranger on the side of the road if there was a spot to camp inside. He pointed me down the road and said to turn left at the first set of stop signs.
Ten minutes later I pulled up to a picnic table and setup my tent. There were roughly 40 sites to camp at, all along the water. I only saw two other tents.
Joe