Day 4

A rainy one. Finally worked my way out of the mountains and into the Ontario watershed.

I thought I was in the boonies, but I wasn't sure until I saw the sign for Boonville.

The next one I saw was littered with bullet holes. A nice touch... not much goin down in Boonville and couldn't get a thing because everything was closed on Sunday. Damn Christians and thier Sabbath.

Next thing was a funny smell I couldn't quite place. I thought " now that's a new one." It was sort of foul and flat like rubber but slightly more exotic. Then I saw this:

And it all made sense. Somewhere passed Orwell I saw this sign and knew it could only mean one thing.

Amish! Yes and they were selling fresh maple syrup, eggs by the Dozen and sideboard wood (but no Sunday sales... dammit). Meanwhile epochs collided as there stood a cross the street a massive wind turbine.
My hammies were in a quiet revolt that began around mile 45 and increased in volume as I went on, saying "we can't take it any longer, captain!" So I made a deal with them, if we made it to Pulaski I'd buy a sub for dinner, which we sure did.

Finally at the end of a long 70+ mile day I reached the shores of Lake Ontario. Windy, but very satisfying.