|While I was out exploring a Harley snuck in beside my Star.|
A federal highway, for much of the way, 15 is a four lane that hugs the mountains. Looking down at the tree tops it crosses from mountain to mountain on bridges that are nothing less than engineering marvels. The traffic was light, the weather perfect, winding up and down, travelling at highway speeds with my head near the clouds it felt like flying today. Welcome to the Empire State. At Corning I switched to state highway 414 then to 14 at the tip of Seneca Lake and coasted into Geneva in time to go exploring.
|They must have planted a mixed bag of seeds!|
|The folks in this town are nothing, if not creative. A vegetable canoe garden ... or is it a canoe vegetable garden?|