Day 14 Little Falls

 

Decided to end the bike trip here in Little Falls. It’s a combination of a slipping derailleur and a stormy forecast.  I am a little east of Mohawk.

These signs were my lodestone for the last two weeks. Every time I saw them I was happy.  

Western New York, the Finger Lakes and the Hudson Valley are beautiful parts of our country.  The temperature was warm and dry and the bike let me experience it all slow and easy. 

Now for the stats: 275 miles, 10 hotels and about a million crab apples strewn across the trails.

Thanks for all the encouragement and for reading the blog.

See you soon,

Anne