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HALO Hoedown

Posted on September 21, 2011 by mohawkvalleygirl

Sunday Steven and I went to the HALO Hoedown at Silverado, Marginal Road, Herkimer. HALO is the Helping Animals Live Organization, a no kill, no cage, not for profit cat shelter in Little Falls, NY. This was their third annual Hoedown. We had attended last year’s and enjoyed it. When I noticed it advertized again, I made a note.

We had a bad moment Sunday when Steven looked at the Community Calendar in the Telegram and saw the Hoedown listed for Saturday. I was sure it was Sunday. It was Sunday last year or I would not have been there (work schedule). For once, I managed to find something online (when it comes to computers, I am so twentieth century): HALO’s Facebook page (love that Facebook).

Misunderstanding cleared up, we headed over. The Hoedown had been going on for over an hour when we arrived. A large crowd seemed to be having a very good time. A lady at the door stamped our hands with a paw print after we’d paid our admission, in case we stepped out. That was a definite possibility for me, because it was warm in that place. I was foolishly wearing long sleeves. Oh well, who can predict how to dress this time of year?

We fought the crowd to get our tickets for the Chinese Auction. They offered a number of creatively put-together baskets. Two books, two coffee mugs, fancy tea and biscotti; two bottle of wine, cheese and candles; two DVDs with microwave popcorn. The cans you put the tickets in had labels telling the complete contents of the baskets. We passed on the gift cards but put in for a lovely picture of a rainbow. It’s always so fun to walk up and down deciding what you want to try for. I’m sad to report, we did not win anything. Then again, we had just purchased a number of really cool items at garage sales on Saturday. How much junk do we need (apparently more, because we keep buying it).

We found seats at the bar and settled down to enjoy the music. A number of talented musicians had volunteered their time for the event. We heard two groups, but I didn’t catch who they were. I drank a beer and took in the scene. It was quite a cross section of people, all ages, shapes and sizes. I saw a few cowboy hats, appropriate for the Silverado. Some people were two-stepping on the dance floor. I’d like to learn how to two step. Steven is not confident in his own abilities, but I’m fairly sure I can count to two.

We stayed long enough for some door prize drawings (again, we didn’t win), but left early enough to have some more of Sunday afternoon to enjoy. I later saw on Facebook (because of course I Liked HALO) that the fundraiser had been a resounding success. For more information about HALO check out their Facebook page or visit their website: http://www.halorescue.net.

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Saturday Spaghetti

Posted on September 20, 2011 by mohawkvalleygirl

I love church dinners. They are a great way to eat out, not spend a lot of money, and support the community. Saturday my church, Christ Episcopal in Herkimer, held a spaghetti dinner.

I must confess (and what better place than a church to confess?) that I have not been attending church lately. But they still consider me and Steven members, so we got a call earlier in the week asking us to donate a dessert. It was the first I’d heard of the dinner, and I said, “Yay!”

We attended last year’s spaghetti dinner with a sister and two nieces. It was the same weekend as Little Falls’ Garlic and Herb Festival, so we made a real weekend of it (alas, those were pre-blog days). We’ve also attended roast beef and ham dinners there. We’ve got some good cooks in our church.

We made brownies from a mix, adding chocolate chips, just to be a little fancy. We responsibly taste tested them once they had cooled. Then Steven wrapped them thoroughly to discourage further tasting (full disclosure: it was not completely effective).

Saturday afternoon we walked to the church to drop the brownies off. Tabby was happy to walk with us. Tabby loves our church. They do a Blessing of the Animals in October, which she has attended, and she has gone with us to drop things off for rummage sales or get prayer shawls blessed. She always meets nice people there who want to pet her, so the church has earned the Tabby Paw Print of Approval (more full disclosure: Tabby is a very nice dog who often meets people that want to pet her).

The sauce smelled enticing, and we could see a number of delicious-looking desserts had already been dropped off. A sign was posted warning one dessert per dinner. I wondered if they’d sell me more dessert for a further donation.

We could hardly wait for four o’clock when the dinner started. We left Tabby home this time and were among the first to arrive. We sat down with our generous servings, and Steven went to get us coffee. He needn’t have gone. There were a number of very nice kids offering to get people drinks and ready to take away plates when they were done.

Some other church members sat with us, so we had a nice visit while we ate. The spaghetti was cooked just right, not overcooked as can too easily happen at these large dinners. I confined myself to one dessert, per the sign, and that was quite sufficient after the generous serving of spaghetti (I knew I should have told that guy to stop when he was heaping on the noodles).

They were not doing a Chinese Auction as they do with some dinners, but they were doing a 50/50 raffle. We bought tickets but did not win.

Good food. Fun evening. Church dinners, check them out. Even if you don’t go to church, you probably eat food. And you can find church dinners anywhere, not just in the Mohawk Valley.

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My Saturday Morning Adventure

Posted on September 19, 2011 by mohawkvalleygirl

We began our Saturday in the Mohawk Valley with breakfast at Philly’s, formerly known as Chet’s, on South Caroline Street in Herkimer. I’ve blogged about Philly’s before, but it’s worth another mention. The food is good, and the service is fast. We both had eggs over medium with bacon and sourdough toast.

After breakfast we headed to a garage sale Steven had read about in the paper. It was a multiple household sale, so there was a lot of stuff. They had some old yearbooks, which I find fascinating. I remember looking at my mom and dad’s yearbooks when I was a kid. Different times. I found a compact and an old bowl I liked. They had a bunch of books that were free, so I took a few of those, too.

From the garage sale we drove to Middleville for a rummage sale at the Methodist Church. We had been at a rummage sale there before, so Steven knew right where it was (I had forgotten). Past Lady Carousel Woodworks, the Crystal Chandelier Restaurant, and the Diamond Mines, all potential future blog topics. There is an old graveyard behind the church I’d like to walk through sometime.

At the rummage sale we found a couple of books, a nice tin and a Christmas decoration (can’t have too many of those). They were having a bake sale as well, so we treated ourselves to some frosted sugar cookies. Yum! We peeked in the church itself before we left. It is quite beautiful.

We hit another garage sale, then drove back into town by way of some back country roads we had not been on before. That was an adventure. The roads twisted and turned through the hills, and we saw some lovely views of the countryside. Herkimer County is blessed with many such country roads. We made up our minds to drive through them again when the fall colors are at their peak.

One more garage sale tempted us before we got home. We purchased about four Christmas tins and an old fashioned Santa Claus candle. We returned home with our loot, all of which I have not even mentioned, much to the delight of our loyal dog. It wasn’t even noon. Plenty of time for further Mohawk Valley adventures.

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Paying Our Respects

Posted on September 18, 2011 by mohawkvalleygirl

I am a veteran. I almost never do much about it, except wear my field jacket in the cold weather and occasionally say things like, “I can carry that; I was in the Army!” Friday, however, Steven and I attended a ceremony honoring national POW/MIA recognition day in Myers Park in Herkimer sponsored by Chapter No. 827 Vietnam Veterans of America.

We walked down with our schnoodle Tabby, since the park is quite close to our house. We had meant to take a longer walk first, so Tabby would not be too restless, but time got away from us, as it is apt to do. I had in my hand two postcards to mail to soldiers, since the post office is nearby the park. I thought that was appropriate.

Some people were gathered when we arrived. We saw some American Legion guys in white shirts and black pants, two holding flags, two holding rifles. Steven hoped they would not fire the rifles and scare Tabby, but I said they were more likely to hold them at present arms during the ceremony. A man came up and thanked us for coming and asked if we would like to hold a candle for the missing soldiers. Of course we would. We had noticed several other people doing so as we had approached.

“If if starts to burn you, just drop it,” he said. The candles were in plastic cups with the bottoms ripped out. A lady also came up to us and said she recognized our dog as one who had been very well behaved during a concert in the park. Tabby wagged her tail.

“She’s just magically good,” I told her. “We don’t know how to train a dog.” I don’t want to take credit where none is due.

“She came that way,” Steven added.

The lady told us some troubles she was having with a dog she had rescued and petted Tabby before it was time for her to join the ceremony. Part of the ceremony was a small table set up with an empty chair. As a man was explaining the symbolism, I looked down and noticed our well-behaved dog had slipped her leash and wondered off. It was obviously not the moment to yell, “Where’s my dog?” which is our method at home when we don’t know where she is. Steven spotted her standing under a tree looking around. She wagged her tail when I went up to her and got her back on the leash. She stayed with us, so we could pay attention to the rest of the ceremony.

The table I was talking about had lemon on the plate to symbolize the soldiers’ bitter fate, and salt to symbolize the tears shed for them. The wine glass was upside down because they could not raise a toast with us, and the chair was empty because they were not with us. Then several people read the names of soldiers who were POW/MIA from Vietnam. The master of ceremonies read a story of one individual believed killed in action, putting a face to the name. He also read an excerpt from a book which I believe was titled Body of Secrets.

It was a short ceremony, but very moving. It was sometimes difficult to hear people talk, since they weren’t miked, but somehow that was appropriate too. We left feeling solemn and glad we went. I was especially glad to be mailing post cards to soldiers. I said an extra prayer for all who served.

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Lame Post Friday

Posted on September 17, 2011 by mohawkvalleygirl

I was trying to write a post on the monthly dinner meeting of the Ilion Little Theater, and I was having a very difficult time with it. At first I thought it was because it was Friday, and Friday has been my day for lame blog posts lately. I was thinking of making it a weekly feature: Lame Post Fridays. A good way for me to ease into the weekend.

Fine, I told myself, write a lame blog post about Ilion Little Theater. See, that’s the first thing to do when experiencing resistance to writing: try to write anyways. Sometimes resistance is plain laziness, and you need to just get going. Sometimes resistance is fear of writing something not very good. By giving myself permission to write something lame, I could get the pen moving (I was writing in a notebook at work).

Somehow that didn’t seem right either. I did not want to write a lame blog post about Ilion Little Theater. Ilion Little Theater is one of the all time greatest things about the Mohawk Valley. I wanted to write a GOOD blog post about it. I even had my concluding paragraph in mind (“Ilion Little Theater has been called the best kept secret in the Mohawk Valley. I’m in on the secret. Now you are too.”) In fact, I’ve written two blog posts about the theater, and I feel they are not contemptible. What was my problem today? I should perhaps mention here that I had actually written a page and a half about the dinner meeting. But I was stuck, and I didn’t want to publish what I had written (and as a further aside, right now I am composing at the keyboard, not my favorite method).

Then I realized the cause of my hesitation: I had not asked people if they minded being in my blog. I realize I put people in my blog all the time. Sometimes it’s some person I ran past, faceless and nameless. Sometimes it is the owner of a dog I know. Then I name the dog, but I don’t even know the person’s name. I’ve mentioned my friend Megan, because I’ve plugged her blog (megactsout.blogspot.com). I thought there could be no possible objection. Dave Dellecese figured in a post, but he was being a celebrity waiter at a fund raiser. I think he expected his name to be public. Oh, and my friend Tracy Robertson has been mentioned a few times. Well, I never asked her, but she subscribes to the blog. If she had a problem with it, I surely would have heard by now.

Then I thought of the opposite problem: what if people would like to be mentioned and I left them out? These are my friends; I don’t want to hurt anybody’s feelings. And so I dithered.

Finally I tried to think of how I could write the post and not mention any people at all. I could report very drily, tell the time and place of the meeting, mention upcoming productions, give information on how to get involved or find out more, and still use my killer closing. Well, I suppose I could still do that. But now I see I am over 500 words of fairly lame post. Happy Friday!

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Walking with a Purpose

Posted on September 16, 2011 by mohawkvalleygirl

When I was in Basic Training for the Army, we were often adjured to walk purposefully. No meandering strolls with a schnoodle for soldiers (not that I owned a schnoodle or even knew what one was in those days).

“Walk like you got a purpose,” First Sergeant would say. I always liked that way of putting it. I thought about those words Wednesday as we put the leash on Tabby and set out for that evening’s Mohawk Valley adventure (just to invest a perfectly pedestrian post with a little excitement).

Now, a meandering stroll with a schnoodle is a beautiful thing. As regular readers know, I take many and blog about them. Sometimes I add a purpose by walking to the post office to mail post cards. Wednesday, we decided to go further afield.

Thursday we have the first monthly dinner meeting of Ilion Little Theatre’s 2011-2012 season (preview of Friday’s blog post). I wanted to bring a veggie tray, so a visit to Hannaford was in order (I know, I only could have stopped at Mohawk Farmer’s Market on my way home from work. My bad). We’ve never walked to Hannaford, because we drive down busy streets to get there. I don’t like walking where there’s a lot of fast traffic, especially with a dog. I had noticed while running, however, that Folts Street, one of those quiet residential streets Herkimer is blessed with, comes out right near Hannaford. You only have to cross one busy street. We decided to try it.

While running I had located Folts Street but had not run all the way to the other end, so was not sure where it started. Streets never do run in a straight grid, do they? For one thing, they almost never run from one end of town to the other; for another, they are never perfectly parallel. However, we located the street without too much problem and walked down it.

You might think we would be quite familiar with all the area streets, between our walks and my runs, but that is not the case. See, when we walk and when I run, our usual method is to say “We’ll turn here,” or “Let’s go down this street,” very spontaneously. Sometimes we even let Tabby decide. It often comes as a surprise when we find ourselves close to home again.

Soon we found ourselves on a stretch of sidewalk we rarely, if ever, have been down. Suddenly a large dog was off his front porch, jumping and barking. Tabby was not impressed. She wanted to sniff a post at the next house over, but I convinced her to move on and not give the other dog doggy apoplexy.

“I ran by that dog yesterday,” I said. “He just stood on the porch and looked at tme. I said, ‘Hi, pretty dog.'”

“Maybe it’s the influence of another dog,” Steven speculated.

We were delighted to find a WALK signal with button on Don Reille Boulevard (the one busy street you have to cross). We utilized it, and soon I was shopping while Steven and Tabby nicely waited outside.

It would have been better to have brought two reusable shopping bags instead of one, because my purchase was a little heavy. Steven carried it for me, like the excellent husband he is. We walked back down Folts Street on the opposite side of the big dog, then turned down Gray Street, to go home a different way. We employed a little of our “Let’s turn here” method, but did not meander too much.

My legs told me it was a longer walk than usual, but that’s not a bad thing. It was a practical and enjoyable way to spend part of a Mohawk Valley evening.

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Fun at Froggy’s

Posted on September 15, 2011 by mohawkvalleygirl

Almost every time Steven and I go to Ilion for any reason, we notice this place called Froggy’s. It catches Steven’s eye in particular, because he collects frogs, and this place usually has a cool looking stuffed one out in front. Tuesday we finally decided to check it out.

When we pulled into the small parking lot, we noted there was space available at the picnic tables under the pavilion. It was a sunny evening. Personally, I could have used a little more shade, but that’s just me.

We walked up to the window and looked at the menu. They offered hamburgers, hot dogs, sandwiches, soup, salad and more. It took a few minutes for the lady to take our order, which she apologized for.

“Gives you more time to look at the menu,” she suggested.

“We’re in no hurry,” I assured her. It really wasn’t too long of a wait. We both ordered cheeseburgers, mine deluxe, Steven’s deluxe with bacon, and chocolate shakes. We shared an order of fries. We sat down at a picnic table and waited for them to call our name.

Froggy’s is on a busy corner. There was lots to look at, but I had to accustom myself to the sounds of loud trucks. Such are the problems of dining al fresco: you might get bugs, you might have trucks. Tuesday there were no bugs, at least. In fact, the whole area was nicely clean, which is not always the case with these take out places.

The food was delicious. The shake was thick and chocolatey. The burger was a little messy, as is often the case when you get mayonnaise, lettuce, tomato and onion on a burger. Oh, and I added ketchup. Napkins were readily available. We enjoyed our meal very much.

Froggy’s is located on Clark Street in Ilion, next to Heads R Turning Salon and Spa. For more information call 894-2234.

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Running Away From Home Again

Posted on September 14, 2011 by mohawkvalleygirl

One more post away from the Mohawk Valley. We were staying with some friends who live in the Alexandria Bay area.

Sunday morning I got up early to run. I’ve run at my friends’ house before. It’s a fun setting. They live on a private road on a lake. It’s not exactly paved. There is a 10 mph speed limit posted, which kind of enforces itself. If you go much faster, you deserve what happens to your car.

It’s not a very long road, and I’ve previously run up and down it. I was pleased to be going for 20 minute runs in those days. These days I’m up to 30, so I got a little more ambitious.

The private road is off a dead end road which is off the highway. I thought I had heard my friend Tracy say that the other end of the private road came out on Simpson Road. I had seen Simpson, a mere stone’s throw down the highway, depending on who’s throwing the stone (not me; I live in a glass house).

I set out in that direction, enjoying the cool temperature. My friends’ house is only the second one in, so I was soon headed down the dead end road. I saw a bunny at the end of a driveway, sitting perfectly still. If there would have been a little more dead grass, he would have blended in better. He hopped away as I approached.

I heard some loud motors and wondered if they were boats on the lake or cars on the highway. I thought it was a little early for either, but who am I to judge? I hoped there would not be too much traffic on the highway. I really appreciate the sidewalks in Herkimer. Sometimes they are uneven, but few running surfaces are perfectly smooth, and the cars are nicely separated by a strip of grass.

Luck was with me, and the highway was empty. I should have known a stone’s throw looks a lot shorter from a car than on foot. Still, I thought, I can rock this. I know she said Simpson. I’m sure she said Simpson.

I had thought originally that if I was wrong or if it seemed a longer way than expected, I could always turn around and go back the way I came. No chance of getting lost that way. Problem was, I didn’t want to turn around. For one thing, Simpson was a pretty good road to run on. To my left I saw fog over some fields. At one point I could see the sun poking through the fog and some trees, making beams of light.

It was very scenic, but a big longer than I had expected. She did say Simpson, right? I looked at my watch. I had been running for 20 minutes. If I turned around now, that would be a 40 minute run. I wasn’t up to 40 minutes yet. Who was I kidding? Anyways, I didn’t want an all highway run. I wanted to run along the private dirt road and look at the backs of people’s camps. I decided to give it ten more minutes. I was really running very well; my legs weren’t complaining at all. Still, where was that damn turn? Ah, at last!

Then I saw I had two choices of private dirt roads. I was pretty sure I picked the right one. We had just walked our respective dogs down the road the day before, but we had not gotten all the way to the end. Things looked familiar, as I’d been out this far on previous visits, but previous visits were a while ago. Sometimes a thing looks familiar just because you want it to. At last I saw a fish mailbox I was pretty sure I remembered.

I saw a lady carrying mugs and a thermal carafe out to two men.

“That’s what I need — coffee!” I said.

“Go faster! Dig in!” one of the men said.

“At first I thought Ed was really into his work,” the other said. “No, Ed ain’t moving that fast.”

I could be mistaken about what the second guy said. I did not speed up as advised, but I did keep going.

I was delighted to realize I had broken my 30 minute plateau by running for 33 minutes. That is an increase of 10%, which a guy at the Sneaker Store told me was just about right. I may not be up for the Falling Leaves run, but I had a good run Sunday.

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We Drive On

Posted on September 13, 2011 by mohawkvalleygirl

As I ended my last post, Steven and I had reached Remsen on our way to seek adventure outside the Mohawk Valley.

I’m not clear on precisely where the Mohawk Valley ends. I see that many businesses employ “Adirondack” in their name well before we reach the actual Adirondacks (which, incidentally, we did not this journey). I don’t think I saw anybody claiming the Mohawk Valley who did not have a clear right to. What does this tell us? I would not venture to speculate, and I will refrain from going to any “what’s in a name?” philosophy (except for, you know, that one sentence).

While in the Town of Remsen we passed a car whose license plate was dangling and a barn with a completely rusted roof. I saw a sign that said Alder Creek but did not see the creek. We did not take a turn to Old Forge, although I understand Old Forge is worth a visit. Perhaps a future blog post.

Then I saw a sign that said Nirvana Natural Spring Water Next Right. Herkimer tap water is perfectly potable, but I do occasionally purchase bottled water. I had forgotten Nirvana was so local. I may include that on the beverage list at my next party.

I saw CNY Glass and Metal Designs. They weren’t claiming to be anywhere they weren’t. Next thing I knew we were in Boonville. I noticed Mellace’s Produce Market and was surprised. I knew they were in Rome, but I didn’t know they were anywhere else. I went to school with Frank Mellace. He’s a great guy. We also passed Mercer Dairy store but did not stop for ice cream, much to my disappointment.

Soon we passed signs for Lewis County and Town of Leyden. We were pleased about that, because we knew we were approaching the Lock 96 convenience store, just out of Port Leyden. All along this route you can see old locks, dry and no longer in use (well, I guess if they are dry they are obviously no longer in use). The convenience store is located right next to one. You can walk over and check it out, but we did not do that this trip. The convenience store itself is a good one. The bathroom is clean and the coffee is hot, our most pressing concerns. The parking lot is large, for dog walking convenience (at least, that may not be why they made the parking lot big, it’s what we use it for). And they sell local baked goods. I bought some chocolate chip cookies from Jeanne’s Kitchen in Constableville (we went to a car show there!). The sticker said “Made in Lewis County.” They were good cookies.

As we approached Lowville, the surroundings grew very agricultural, as did the smell. “Smell that good fresh country air!” I exclaimed, as the odor of cow poop became distinct. That was a favorite line of my friend Mickey West, many years ago when we drove between Rome and Potsdam. I started to say, “At least we know they’re using organic fertilizer,” but I got a little mixed up and said “furniture” instead. We got a pretty good giggle about cow dung furniture.

As we got closer to our destination, my notes grew more sparse. We were anxious to start our next adventure. But thanks for riding along.

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The Journey Is the Destination

Posted on September 12, 2011 by mohawkvalleygirl

I enjoyed writing and I believe some people enjoyed reading my posts about road trips. Therefore, when we planned to travel to a friend’s birthday party in the Alex Bay area, I planned to write about the trip. When Steven graciously offered to drive, I opened my notebook so I could take notes. I seem to remember talking about businesses whose names I neglected to note and thought to eliminate the error.

We left Herkimer via Don Reille Boulevard. See, I’ll have real Mohawk Valley color for at least the first part of the post. We passed the Harvest Hills Baptist Church, Heidelberg Bakery (yum!), and Mudville. I’m not clear on what Mudville is, but I believe it has something to do with baseball.

I saw somebody parked in the parking area and a couple of bicycle riders sensibly wearing helmets. I noted Lady Carousel Woodworks and thought that was a business I’d like to check out sometime.

In the Town of Newport, we passed the Crystal Chandelier Restaurant and the Herkimer Diamond Mines. I’ve blogged about the Crystal Chandelier and mean to return one day. There are some cabins across the street from the Diamond Mines I’d like to stay in. I know I live quite nearby, but I think it would be fun to stay in a cabin, fake roughing it for a weekend, and check out the Diamond Mines. Wouldn’t that make a nice post?

In Middleville, I saw a sign for a Snow Bash Sept. 17 and 18. I wondered where they will get the snow for that. I’ll have to watch the papers for more information. We passed the Town of Fairfield Offices, the E.W. Corey Hose Co., and a purple Victorian house. Cool. Then we saw a sign that said Newport 3. Does that mean Newport is in the Town of Fairfield, not the Town of Newport, as one would think? Why should that surprise me? After all, the City of Oneida is in Madison County, not Oneida County.

We saw a sign to watch for Amish buggies but no buggies, a salt box that was so faded it looked like stone from a distance, a W on a rock in front of another house, and West Canada Valley Central School. So that’s where the school is. I know a couple of people who work there.

We went by a river, which we discovered to be West Canada Creek and on into Newport. I saw a Federal style brick building. I don’t know much about architecture, but this trip I noticed the Victorian, the salt box and the Federal, so I felt kind of good about that.

We passed a turn to Norway and drove by the Blue Rose Restaurant. In the Village of Poland I saw a banner for a Fall Festival but did not see a date. Rats! Quite abruptly I noticed we were in Oneida County. We almost missed the turn to stay on Route 28, then we were back in Herkimer County.

I noticed three very realistic looking geese in a front lawn, only their stillness and rakish stance alerting me they weren’t real; at least one “No Asphalt” sign, and two horses that had black and white spots like cows. We saw Cincinnati Creek and drove by Trenton Falls Road. That reminded me to watch for when Trenton Falls is open for a weekend in October. That is definitely worth a blog post.

I think we were in Trenton when we saw a sign for a Barn Fest Sept. 24 and 25. That’s something else to look for more info on. Multiple signs told us about a Chicken BBQ at Remsen Reformed Church Wednesday, Sept. 14. I noticed the Swing Inn Motel, because I liked the name. We passed the New York State Police station and soon were in the Village of Remsen.

Do you suppose I went a little crazy taking notes? I see I am over 600 words and I only got to Remsen. This could be a problem. I don’t like to tax my readers’ patience, so I’ll stop now and pick up here tomorrow.

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