Life and adventures from a high school perspective
An avid cyclist, rock climber, and all around adventurer, Francis Davis is taking to the internet to share his stories of cycling, climbing, and adventuring.
I watched with a disconnected irreverence my plans for an early start disintegrate and die, falling upon my feet. It was no matter. In all fairness, I had gotten to bed later than expected, and of course, needed sleep. I had breakfast at another diner. After spending too much time their sipping coffee and eating hash browns, I was finally on the way.
Due to time constraints I decided not to go into Niagara Falls. Strictly, the Northern Tier goes through that way, then dropping into Buffalo. I neither had time nor wanted to ride that long so I skipped it. I was on the towpath for about 30/45 miles. Things started to get interesting when I was released from the towpath, solely at the whim of Google Maps not to steer me incorrectly.
Coming into Buffalo was interesting. I rolled through Buffalo University, then suburbs, then downtown. Not the most bike friendly city. Either way, I made it to Uncle Scott’s and Aunt Christine’s house just after 5:00.
Visiting that night was undoubtedly the highlight of the day. The last time I was here was about 12 years ago, I reckon. The evening chipped itself away over hamburgers, conversation on cars, and watching TV. It was great. On a more humanistic note, these are the first people that I have interacted with significantly since Mark’s departure on Tuesday. Without Warmshowers or even AirBnB, the conversational element that I do cherish is effectively stripped away. Unfortunate.
TM: 4:02, AVS: 11.0, DST: 44.68