Finger Lakes to Lake Ontario

Thursday, August 9. No WiFi + poor cell connection = text only today.

We were on our own for breakfast this morning.

At the bar where we ate last night, I asked a local couple for breakfast recommendations. She recommended Maria’s Café. He recommended Wade’s Diner. She couldn’t say why; he said it was because of the cinnamon raisin bread. 

I went with his recommendation. Since it was going to be 55 miles before lunch, I decided to eat heartily.

After two eggs over easy, bacon, potatoes, and cinnamon raisin toast, I had two slices of cinnamon raisin French toast with maple syrup. 

After we had finished eating, the waitress mentioned their weekday special of cinnamon swirl pancakes. Greg ordered one and insisted I eat 1/4 of it. it was 10 to 12 inches in diameter. I was glad I did.

I’m happy to say that the food lasted until the lunch stop.

Wayne’s Diner had an interesting backstory. It seems Mr. Wayne was towing a Pullman car in 1938 and was stopped by police at the edge of town. He was told he would need a permit to tow it through town. He left it at the edge of town and found that a permit would take a long time to obtain. 

During the night he acquired a team of horses and used them to tow the car to the location where it stood until 2015 when it burned down. The police asked him how the diner came to be at that location. He said he had no idea. He had not seen it there the day before and asked if anyone had seen it being moved there. Having no witnesses, the police decided to let the matter drop.

The diner was sold in the 1980s and the current owners rebuilt on the same spot after the 2015 fire.

While we were eating breakfast, the weather changed completely. It seems a cold front had blown through. The temperature had dropped slightly, humidity dropped considerably, and the wind had shifted. It was a favorable wind for most of the morning. We wound our way through forested country to the harbor at Henderson.

Lunch was at a state park on the shore of Lake Ontario. The water was great and had I been willing to ride in with wet shorts again, I would have gone swimming. Instead I contented myself with wading and walking on the sand.

Our destination for the day is only 13 miles away and is said to have nothing to do. No one is in a hurry to leave the beach; thus I am writing this at the beach.

Upon arrival at the school I unpacked all my damp clothes. With high humidity all week, none of my bike shorts are actually dry, including the pair I wore today. Today I think I will have 3-4 pair of dry shorts.

Dinner was a feast, with flowers on the tables, real cutlery, and pies – apple, cherry, pumpkin, and strawberry-rhubarb!

I began compiling a “top ten” list (and a “bottom ten” list) for this trip. Look for it at the conclusion of the trip.

Now on to the Adirondacks!