A bifurcated one here, as I drove to Rodman on Saturday to help my parents buy a new TV, while Carey stayed in Niskayuna and built herself a front "porch" with paver squares. No photos of the latter until it's all done, but here's a shot of my parents and I waiting for our food at Good Fellos in Sackets Harbor, and another of me, biking alone on the Whiteway Trail, which used to terrify me as a cross-country skier because of a downhill slope that had a homemade sign dubbing it "Calamity Hill." The sign is long gone and the hill, well, it's more of a bump, at least on a bike.
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