I have arrived at the ancestral home of giraffes, ie. Tim's parent's place. He also showed up, just in time for the tractor show thing.
In spite of my fatigue, we took a wander to Watkins Glen and a ridiculously cold lake. It was peaceful watching planes land from Harris Hill.
FYI Gerow's Dairy may not have cold brew, but they fry their donuts fresh each morning. Thank you immensely to giraffe parents for welcoming me.
|Tim's dad loaned me a hat to blend in.|