Hidden in the Finger Lakes

All true.

My dear wife Karen thought I’d appreciate a little drive with her to the west.

She’d visited Sauders after a crafts day visit to Aurora with a car load of her girlfriends.

So off on a sunny morning we went to Seneca Falls.

It will be like a cross between Ontario Orchards and Nichols, she said, calling out the Oswego sell-so-much-more-than-apples store and our cherished neighborhood supermarket.

When we got there after the pretty 60-mile drive down the Thruway and a couple country roads … I’ll show you how right she was tomorrow.

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