Sunday, May 1, 2016

Scooters, Spiedies, and Blogging from the Adirondacks. July 19 - 21, 2015.

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One of the silliest hobbies for a live-onboard scooterist must be rock collecting. However, I quickly regretted leaving my massage rock on Tim's dresser, as the pain in my shoulders showed no signs of responding to anything but the firm hand of Vitamin I. Oh well, I have scooterists to meet!


Scooters, Spiedies, and Blogging from the Adirondacks. July 19 - 21, 2015.
HQ of Ithaca Scooter & Cycles, and the time-honored tradition of hanging out in a garage.

Bernadette, fellow artist and Vespa rider, had reached out to me from her home in Binghamton, NY long ago when I first set off. Unfortunately, my route immediately took me south and away from NY state, but now over a year later, I finally got to pass through her neck of woods. We picked Ithaca Scooter & Cycles to meet (I could use some parts too). The vintage scooter community in the northeast is small and I poked around the garage with the owner, Anthony, reminiscing about rallies past until Bernadette and her scootering companion, Jim, arrived.

The skies drizzled but we had falls to see! Ithaca is gorges, as they say. With endless options for stops to gaze at natural beauty, Jim and Bernadette huddled to discuss options. We eventually settled on a slightly shorter, relaxed route – score another point for slow travel.

After all this time, there's still nothing as utterly pleasing as tearing around town in a little pack of scooters.

Scooters, Spiedies, and Blogging from the Adirondacks. July 19 - 21, 2015.
Taughannock Falls. Hope I got the name right this time.

Scooters, Spiedies, and Blogging from the Adirondacks. July 19 - 21, 2015.
Creeping on Ithaca Falls.

Scooters, Spiedies, and Blogging from the Adirondacks. July 19 - 21, 2015.
Posing for scooter photos at bizarre, brightly colored planned neighborhood, Boiceville Cottages.

The shorter route gave us time to drop by the Blind Tiger Pub and meet other local scooterists. With the itinerant drizzle, I was happy to let the afternoon expand in a pleasant blur of new people and ride talk at this homey bar. However, the evening was still young, and Bernadette had a special meal planned back at her home: spiedies!

Scooters, Spiedies, and Blogging from the Adirondacks. July 19 - 21, 2015.
First, freshly picked grape tomatoes. I'm spoiled on these lately!

Scooters, Spiedies, and Blogging from the Adirondacks. July 19 - 21, 2015.
Grilling spiedies from Bernadette's porch.

Scooters, Spiedies, and Blogging from the Adirondacks. July 19 - 21, 2015.
Wine and meat and mushrooms and great company!

Jim joined us for dinner, and we wholeheartedly embraced the custom of eating, drinking, and sharing life stories into the night. I peered at Bernadette's watercolor paintings with some envy –  I would be fine if publishers never asked me for watercolor work, it's not a medium that inspires confidence in me. Bernadette has a subtle, trained eye, and plenty of travel stories of her own, as well as aspirations for extended scootering. Jim eventually retired, but we chatted on easily, the way you may imagine between two kindred spirits just meeting. My head was swimming with falls, scooterists, marinated meat, watercolors and wine before I admitted defeat to tiredness. From the safety of her tasteful studio/guest room, I couldn't help feeling like I wouldn't mind if I found myself something like her someday.

Scooters, Spiedies, and Blogging from the Adirondacks. July 19 - 21, 2015.
Breakfast with a peek of the gorgeous view from her patio.

Scooters, Spiedies, and Blogging from the Adirondacks. July 19 - 21, 2015.
Farewell, Bernadette!

Bernadette also keeps a blog for art and travel, and has an entry about my visit. Thanks so much for sharing your fantastic slice of life with me, Bernadette!

Scooters, Spiedies, and Blogging from the Adirondacks. July 19 - 21, 2015.
Back on the road, which is getting pretty.

Riding up through Utica and into the Adirondacks, the air itself seemed to start smelling familiar. I've been through this land, I thought, though much earlier in my long distance riding career. After so many miles of constantly pushing boundaries, this was the beginning of finding myself in territory I was already familiar with.

Scooters, Spiedies, and Blogging from the Adirondacks. July 19 - 21, 2015.
Really pretty.

Amidst my fuzzy green nostalgic reverie, I had another scooterist-blogger to meet!

Months ago, Jim Mandle and David Masse had reached out with a plan to set up a meeting of like-minded scooterists in the northeast. A lazy egg and other happy life circumstances intervened, so Jim and David met for a run around the Adirondacks on their own (see David's post here!) until I found myself in the region. We all have roughly the same class of Vespa, but compared to their daily mileage I seem to just crawl along.

Anyhow, in spite of a minor coolant event, David had ridden down from Montreal and was waiting for me at the Adirondack Museum.

Scooters, Spiedies, and Blogging from the Adirondacks. July 19 - 21, 2015.
Hi David! Rocking the shirt of another scooterist blogger, Bill Leuthold.

Scooters, Spiedies, and Blogging from the Adirondacks. July 19 - 21, 2015.
Woa, a double charger setup.

Scooters, Spiedies, and Blogging from the Adirondacks. July 19 - 21, 2015.
We browsed the museum, where this 'Vesper Model' was pointed out to us.

Scooters, Spiedies, and Blogging from the Adirondacks. July 19 - 21, 2015.
Horsing around a bit.

Scooters, Spiedies, and Blogging from the Adirondacks. July 19 - 21, 2015.
Hi, David.

Scooters, Spiedies, and Blogging from the Adirondacks. July 19 - 21, 2015.
Fascinated by the tiny but luxurious bathrooms on the train at the museum.

Scooters, Spiedies, and Blogging from the Adirondacks. July 19 - 21, 2015.
David shows me one the spot we were planning to have lunch with Jim, you might recognize it from his blog. What a view.

Scooters, Spiedies, and Blogging from the Adirondacks. July 19 - 21, 2015.
Of course I climb the giant Adirondack chair.

Scooters, Spiedies, and Blogging from the Adirondacks. July 19 - 21, 2015.
Long Lake with David. I was here nearly 2.5 years ago on an early scooter trip.

Scooters, Spiedies, and Blogging from the Adirondacks. July 19 - 21, 2015.
We decide to wild camp by Horseshoe Lake. Along the way, David shows me Jim's favorite place in the park.

Scooters, Spiedies, and Blogging from the Adirondacks. July 19 - 21, 2015.
Peaceful, except for the bugs.

Scooters, Spiedies, and Blogging from the Adirondacks. July 19 - 21, 2015.
Watching swimmers tumble over the rocks on purpose.

Scooters, Spiedies, and Blogging from the Adirondacks. July 19 - 21, 2015.
Hope the meal is adequate!

Jim has a long history with the Adirondacks, so David roughly followed his lead in the role of 'local' guide. After pitching tents at a free primitive campground, we scooted unburdened to Jim's favorite spot in the park: a small tucked-away piece of land with a peaceful view of small falls. I carried a meal of cured meats from a Polish deli in Utica, cucumbers from Tim's family garden, leftover cheese from Bernadette, along with my usual cheese stock. From a perch on Jim's spot, David and I passed a tiny Swiss army knife between us to slice off bites, sharing a meal with someone we'd each only met a few hours ago.

I was suddenly taken up in a wonderful feeling of convergence. Somehow, the inexplicable forces in the world seemed to have come together to put me in this exact time and place. It was almost as if I was sharing a meal with everyone who contributed in some way – Tim, Bernadette, Jim, even Matt who reminded me that Polish delis are awesome places to stop for snacks – and the meal with David was more delicious because of it. A past-self, a faraway person now, had struggled with acute bouts of loneliness and self-doubt setting out. Over time and distance, perhaps as more these moments revealed themselves, I found I rarely felt lonely anymore. I have come so far, I can't be grateful enough for this charmed life, I reflected, munching away. It's a beautiful feeling.

So beautiful, it almost made me forget about the clouds of hungry biting insects intent on joining our dinner. David and I, both full disclosure urbanites, had forgotten to purchase bug repellent before our camp outing. It's also why I only had the tiniest Swiss army knife. After all this time, some things don't change.

Anyway, we feasted to the backdrop of falling water and accomplishment between insect swatting, then scooted back to Mosquito Junction (as dubbed by David) to chat through the mesh of our respective tents. Being the brave outdoorsy person I'm not, I filled an empty water bottle with some whiskey Jack had given me, unzipped the mesh, and rolled it over to David's tent for pickup before quickly zipping the tent closed again. Thanks, Jack, for a little non-insectoid buzz at the convergence party.

Honestly though, this is the kind of magic that keeps me going.

Scooters, Spiedies, and Blogging from the Adirondacks. July 19 - 21, 2015.
Scooter camp is go.

Scooters, Spiedies, and Blogging from the Adirondacks. July 19 - 21, 2015.
Bugs are intense, so we're in-tents.

Scooters, Spiedies, and Blogging from the Adirondacks. July 19 - 21, 2015.
My kind of dessert! Thanks, Jack, for the scooter-sized whiskey.

Scooters, Spiedies, and Blogging from the Adirondacks. July 19 - 21, 2015.
Peaceful view, shelter from the bugs, cue drifting off to sleep.

Scooters, Spiedies, and Blogging from the Adirondacks. July 19 - 21, 2015.
Morning on Horseshoe Lake. The blood suckers don't seem to be awake/hungry yet.

Scooters, Spiedies, and Blogging from the Adirondacks. July 19 - 21, 2015.
David brought a water heating device for tea or coffee! Having a campmate is great!

Scooters, Spiedies, and Blogging from the Adirondacks. July 19 - 21, 2015.
A bit of exploring.

Scooters, Spiedies, and Blogging from the Adirondacks. July 19 - 21, 2015.
I see why Jim likes it around here.

Scooters, Spiedies, and Blogging from the Adirondacks. July 19 - 21, 2015.
Back in civilization! Or just in town.

Over breakfast in Tupper Lake, David revealed to me this was only his second time scooter camping! I feel a bit guilty, like I tossed him in the deep end.

Scooters, Spiedies, and Blogging from the Adirondacks. July 19 - 21, 2015.
It's the little things. Pete gave me a bottle of All Kleer back in SF, for happy visors. Convergence!

Scooters, Spiedies, and Blogging from the Adirondacks. July 19 - 21, 2015.
Nice day for a ride.

Scooters, Spiedies, and Blogging from the Adirondacks. July 19 - 21, 2015.
Parking scooters, taking photos. You know the drill. Say, are those gray clouds?

Scooters, Spiedies, and Blogging from the Adirondacks. July 19 - 21, 2015.
Heya!

Scooters, Spiedies, and Blogging from the Adirondacks. July 19 - 21, 2015.
Unlikely pair of scooterists tearing up Lake Placid, with Quebec and Rhode Island plates.

Lake Placid is one of the larger villages in the Adirondacks, with a history hosting winter Olympics. We passed time with a snack and a chat with other motorcyclists who'd spotted us at breakfast, but there's nothing like full-time riding to make a rider check radar maps like a hypochondriac checks for lumps.

Sure enough, I'd noticed an angry orange blob on radar moving directly across our intended route, but it appeared to be passing. My waterproofs had become less-than-waterproof over time, so when the drops started to fall I pulled over to tell David to put on his proper working rain gear and catch up to me at the next place I could find something resembling cover.

Scooters, Spiedies, and Blogging from the Adirondacks. July 19 - 21, 2015.
David is testing his waterproof gear. I'm uh... testing my tarp. Video of the torrents on David's post.

Scooters, Spiedies, and Blogging from the Adirondacks. July 19 - 21, 2015.
Might as well get the tools out and fix my loose left mirror while I'm waiting.

My pants soaked up some rain and made for a chilly seat, but thankfully the squall was short and fierce and the worst passed while I was huddled under my tarp/groundcover. David reported staying nice and dry though, and seemed thoroughly impressed with my godlike weather prediction skill. Amateur meteorology: bonus hobby for people who learn to ride in New England (though let's be honest, you pack all the layers anyway).

Scooters, Spiedies, and Blogging from the Adirondacks. July 19 - 21, 2015.
Back to a lovely day.

Scooters, Spiedies, and Blogging from the Adirondacks. July 19 - 21, 2015.
The Burlington-Port Kent ferry arrives.

Scooters, Spiedies, and Blogging from the Adirondacks. July 19 - 21, 2015.
Back to solo scootering soon.

Scooters, Spiedies, and Blogging from the Adirondacks. July 19 - 21, 2015.
Until next time, David!

I felt very dramatic waving goodbye to David as the ferry for Burlington pulled away, and even got a bit teary-eyed. We'd only just met and barely spent a couple days together, but there is something to be said for those you share the road with.

You can read his accounts of our scootings on his blog in four parts, starting here, now part 2the penultimate, and the finale. I enjoyed seeing his perspective on our shared miles! He did an interview of me a little later down the road, too.

Scooters, Spiedies, and Blogging from the Adirondacks. July 19 - 21, 2015.
Peeking from between the cages on the...floating cage?

I was back in Vermont! Burlington is a cozy college town, where you'd see a man with a delicately curled mustache playing guitar while coasting down the street on a skateboard. I might have stared a bit, because it was a pleasant but sudden change from the rustic charm of the Adirondacks. I actually encountered other motorcyclists there too. The fully luggaged F650GS rider who stared, mouth agape, as he passed my comparatively piecemeal loaded scooter at the stop light stands out in my memory. I raised my water bottle in salute.

Scooters, Spiedies, and Blogging from the Adirondacks. July 19 - 21, 2015.
Vermont is killing me with lushness.

Scooters, Spiedies, and Blogging from the Adirondacks. July 19 - 21, 2015.
Montpelier is a beautiful little state capital, one of my favorites.

Descent on Lubec. July 21 - 23, 2015.
This sign at my AirBnb cracked me up.

Descent on Lubec. July 21 - 23, 2015.
Cozy old New England charm.

There are still adventures to be had, but that night I relished a burrito from the local place and rested in the privacy of a quaint, quiet room.

Sometimes, you rush. Sometimes you sit back and let things unfold. After this rest, I was pushing for the easternmost point in the contiguous US: Lubec, ME. I felt if I didn't push now, I'd never reach it due to distraction. After so many miles, I'd come to realize (to my joy) I could circle the continent endlessly finding new things, meeting fascinating people, being pulled around by jobs, attending rallies, and following twisty roads. But for months now, I'd been feeling too full of experiences, and time expands oddly to fill the road. I'd finally arranged it so something of a final destination was in sight. I chased the end and feared it in equal parts, for the bittersweetness of completion that's necessary to proceed to the next thing, and the anxiety for whatever that may be. The knot of the unknown sat painfully and unrelentingly between my shoulder blades. Something had to be done.

After Lubec, I'll have officially exploded the last semblance of framework in my life.

I'm ready for it.

4 comments:

  1. Awsome! I love these stories. As I always say: It isn't the size of the bike, but the size of the dream!

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  2. Ack! You're making me miss upstate NY.

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  3. Great post Stephanie.

    Like you, it was really nice to read the same story from another perspective.

    Also like you, Seeing you sail off into the sunset towards Burlington was more emotional than I expected.

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  4. Incredible read! Thank you for all your hard work, efforts, awesome narrative, fan"f'ing"tastic photos.

    Sincerely,

    Eric

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