To Frenchtown
Yesterday’s ride was enjoyable despite a midday thunderstorm and a few showers along the way. Route 301 out of Carmel, 9D along the Hudson and Seven Lakes Parkway through Bear Mountain S.P. and Harriman S.P. were beautiful even with a dull gray overcast sky.
I stopped for lunch a new place called “The Pizza Pit” in Sloatsburg and had an incredibly tasty potato and cheddar slice. This is where the heaviest rain began just as I was sitting down to eat. I took my time and watched the sheets of water pummel the road, quickly overwhelming the sewer drains and creating an impressive lake between the curbed edges.
I picked up 72 then 511 headed south that eventually ran into 287. From there I stayed on the highway finally exiting onto 513 that took right to the IGA in Frenchtown.
A bag of ice, some sun dried tomato and basil spiced sausage and a six-pack of A&W root beer and I was set for the evening. I was the first to arrive at John & Carols, followed by Bill about ten minutes later.
Bill made the mistake of blindly following his GPS that was bent on having him go through the Holland tunnel. Unfortunately, he was towing a trailer and because of that was considered a truck. They turned him around and sent him off to find the truck entrance to the Lincoln. An hour and a half later he located the proper entry and proceeded to sit in traffic. Needless to say Bill was a bit frazzelled upon arrival. We setup, relaxed and enjoyed some of John’s excellent home brew. Carol arrived and taxied us to “The Ship” restauant in Milford. They are celebrating thier hundredth anniversary and had a band playing in the local bank parking lot and store vendors has thier wares out on the street.
The dinner at The Ship was great, as usual. Upon our returned we found Pat had arrived and was sitting quietly in the dark (probably dozing). His trip down was not nearly as exciting as Bills. We spent another hour or so fixing the problems of the world and finally turned in.
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