Late last week I alluded to an imminent gallivant. I imagined it’d be like this (truck’s not mine and I didn’t steal it), being transported away from all
thought of the sixth boro as I explored the bountiful interior on the first day of fall.
So down this valley about 300 miles upstate we traveled to see what would be around the next bend, and
Look at the terrain on this foto, left side. Notice anything? I’ll come back to it.
Who would imagine this is New York state?
And then the birds caught my attention:
and hawks of some sort.
Bird play was interrupted by the rumble of a train, and I’d imagined the bridge in the foto above was derelict! It was long.
Here’s the cropped version of the foto above I asked you to look at. Notice the horizontal break in the trees? I didn’t get to that side, but once there was a
And that bridge . . here’s what it took to build its predecessor.
The beauty of the Genesee River convinced me to follow it up toward Lake Ontario. Here’s High Falls in Rochester . . . and another train crossing it, this one with containers ultimately bound for . . . China via the sixth boro, which
these reminders won’t let me escape, and that’s not a bad thing.
And this business has operated here since Prohibition.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp, who’s pictured in the gratuitous foto of the 1959 Chevy Apache pickup.