In the minds of most, “New York” means Manhattan, everything else is the upstate.
I do not claim to be above this fallacy. What I do claim is that I will soon know differently. I know where I am heading but have no idea through what I will pass along the way. Everything, which may be nothing, will be, and has been, a surprise.
Port Jervis was probably once somewhere. This is evident in that there is a beautiful overlook gazebo built up on the hill, and a small graveyard of old train engines. Who doesn’t like trains?
Not too much further upstate was Seneca Lake.
I have not heard of this obvious vacation destination but judging by the amount of docked sailboats and well groomed main street, I was the exception.
It was cold. The ferry wasn’t running. I had somewhere to be, so I saddled up and drove on.