So, I figured, only being a couple hours from home, I would push on so I could save some money and not have another night on the road (yes, I know, a road trip with only one night spent in a motel is not really a road trip).
It was a great, quick, trip. The mountains of northern Pennsylvania were on the verge of bursting forth with their fall colors. Surprisingly, the colors of fall in New York were not nearly as advanced. One thing I did not realize are how many wineries there are in the Finger Lake’s region.
The roads along the lakes are nice for travel – not much traffic. However, it is obvious that many of them were concrete slab, at one time, which has been covered over by asphalt. Anyone who is familiar with the northeast knows, with freezing and thawing, asphalt over concrete slabs does not a good road make; it’s kind of like trying to bandage an amputation. It is not unusual to feel a sudden jolt when riding over one of these band-aided seams.