weekend here at Watkins Glen, NY happens to be the big Nascar weekend
at the racetrack. The troops are motivated-flags hung around
campsites, war whoops and car horns right until the 'quiet hour' of 10
pm, jesus music or country music blaring, decked out buses supporting
#88 dale jr (uhh we had to google that, didn't know his number off the
top of our heads...), and in general a mass of people that can really
only be described as nascar fans. A cultural experience for us both.
We also had a nice walk around the gorge, ithaca is indeed gorges like
the bumper sticker. We napped in the tent as dreams of tanning by the
pool were shattered by the fickle weather, and scored a ride up the
big hill after laundry and groceries by a nice park ranger who may or
may not have stopped because Stephanie was biking in a bikini top.
Our legs feel well rested and our stomachs well tuned for winery
explorations tomorrow (the tummies having been primed by an a propos
bottle of Red Bicyclette merlot this evening)!
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