4 posts tagged “honeoye”
I could get exiled to sleep in my garage for disclosing pictures and the location of the base camp where we often find ourselves in New York's Finger Lakes. But here's an image of a characteristically tranquil Honeoye Lake -- probably the most shallow of the Finger Lakes.
Sheldon Brown, whom I've never met, has adapted his V570 camera to shoot videos while he's cycling around his town. Me? I have enough trouble balancing on a bike. So you'll have to make do with Sheldon's video.
These little cameras are increasingly hard to come by. But my employer occasionally makes them available in refurbished, factory-warranteed versions. You may find them here.
On the lakefront: We spent Saturday taking out the dock and pulling the boat out of the lake. These are the parts of vacation property that the realtors never mention. Docks have to be set up, water lines have to be cleared and winterized. And boats need to be embalmed in Saran Wrap for the winter.
An hour down the road, there's a library that still relies on one of these babies:
The punch-line here? The Honeoye library was going to be closed for most of the week -- so that their multi-county computer network could be upgraded and debugged. No one ever closed a library because they had to dust off their Dewey-decimal based card catalog.
This week's entries will be rich with glimpses of a weekend in the Bristol Valley, south and a little east of Rochester. Towns with one grocery, one liquor store, and tons of creativity.
For now, here's one of those glimpses -- one of the locals, dressed up with top hat. But no tails.
End of September. Harvest time in the Finger Lakes of upstate NY, which does a pretty fair impression of northern Italy. Except for the grape ice cream, which I really can't handle.
Here's the Naples Grape Festival, which has less to do with the grape harvest than it does with selling items of varying artistic quality.
Hey, they might go well with my saddle shoes...!
This is our boat. Newly purchased at a marina on Honeoye Lake, NY. A 19-foot Forester runabout with a 165-hp engine.
And, as comfortable as I am with V-8 powered automobiles, my recent experience with unexpected immersion gives me some seagoing trepidation, even when cruising an oversized shallow pond such as Honeoye Lake. That's me, crushing the boat's wheel with my grip. I was cautious. Very cautious.
OK, so it wasn't an alligator. It was a log. A dead tree trunk. But it sure as hell felt like a 'gator when it took not one, but two bites out of the boat's prop. While we were taking a test cruise, for cryin' out loud. That's like running over a fence while test-driving a new car.
Anyway, the marina credited us for some of the incidental repairs, seeing as we were taking the Forester off their inventory. And I think I'm going to steer toward deeper waters.
The kids didn't seem to mind our nautical misadventures. And when you get down to facts, this is really our skipper's boat. Me, I'm just the first mate. She's plenty satisfied with tying knots and dropping anchors at the dock of her family camp.
Who am I to disagree?
