I have been adventuring all afternoon after getting up at 3:30 a.m. and working overtime, with the result that I am too tired to compose a proper blog post (what a surprise, me not making a proper post. Say it ain’t so!). I will go with my usual Scattered Saturday method and give a brief overview of what we did.
We headed to Richfield Springs, NY to go to the Richfield Springs Historic Association Museum and Exhibit Hall. We knew it was located at 134 W. Main St., but you know, Main Street in any town can be long. We missed it the first time through but noticed a Farmer’s Market going on. We turned around and parked near that. We figured it was a nice day for a stroll down Main Street in any case.
The Farmer’s Market had some interesting looking vendors. I would have liked to purchase some cheese or produce, but since I was not sure how long it would have to stay in my hot car, I refrained. On down Main Street we went. Richfield Springs is a charming little village. I pushed the button to get a Walk signal just about the time a fire engine was turning onto Main at that corner.
The fire truck was followed by roughly 8,764 motorcycles (no, I didn’t count them, but I thought that number was closer to the truth than “a bazillion,” which is what I started to type). It must have been some official ride for something, although I never found out what. Still, it was fun to see all the motorcycles. I do love a parade.
When we finally found the museum, it still lacked ten minutes till it opened. Luckily we had noticed a store a couple of doors down called “Finders Keepers.” It was easy to kill some time wandering around looking at antiques, collectibles and, well, one man’s trash. Then we were on to the museum.
I’ll write more about both Finders Keepers and the museum later. For now I’ll just say we had a great time and both places are definitely worth another visit. We walked back to the vehicle feeling that if that was all we did, it would not be a bad afternoon’s adventure. As we reached our vehicle, I noticed a lady walking down the sidewalk.
“Hey! That’s Aunt Mary!” I didn’t mention that my Aunt Mary and Uncle Ted live in Richfield Springs, but they do. I had gotten their phone number from my mother thinking we might call and stop by at some point. As it turned out, we would not have had a chance to do so, but Aunt Mary and I had a nice little chat on the sidewalk.
Our adventures continued and included Pail Shop Vineyards, Jerry’s Place, Dyn’s Cider Mill, Rustic Ridge Winery, and a whole lot of driving through windy, hilly country roads. We had a wonderful afternoon.
And now I’m tired. I’m having a cup of coffee, which may revive me somewhat. One might think I could then write a better blog post, but I don’t think this one is contemptible. Or do I flatter myself? No matter. I’m over 500 words. I’m going back to enjoying my weekend with my husband. Happy Saturday, everyone.
Mohawk Valley Girl 