We wanted to spend some time outside with the dog, so I Googled a few hikes and found one that seemed promising about 20 minuted from Heidi's folks. The way was fair-- along country roads with open fields, farms, woods, and water. The weather was perfect, too, low 70s and all sunshine and blue skies, so we rolled the windows down and blasted the radio.
The park was an abandoned farm with wooded trails, a rushing creek, and a waterfall, and we followed winding paths up and down little hills, past old stone walls and granite ledges. Back at the car, I checked the map to see exactly where we were, and it turned out to be just 8 miles from Lake Ontario.
Well, a great lake waits for no one, and so we turned our car north toward Olcott Beach, a postcard perfect town with a lakefront park, a jazz band playing in the bandstand, and a tiny amusement park crowned with a vintage carousel. Another lovely hour later, we turned toward home, just as happy as we could be.
The park was an abandoned farm with wooded trails, a rushing creek, and a waterfall, and we followed winding paths up and down little hills, past old stone walls and granite ledges. Back at the car, I checked the map to see exactly where we were, and it turned out to be just 8 miles from Lake Ontario.
Well, a great lake waits for no one, and so we turned our car north toward Olcott Beach, a postcard perfect town with a lakefront park, a jazz band playing in the bandstand, and a tiny amusement park crowned with a vintage carousel. Another lovely hour later, we turned toward home, just as happy as we could be.
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