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so here i am in an area that has what i tend to look for. water and because of that ferries and  boundaries. i went without saying that i would enter my manifest destiny way of thinking and go out and make use of this.

the plan was to hire a push bike. ride down to the ferry at charlotte, cross into new york at essex, bike up to port kent, then take the ferry back to burlington. it would be a bit difficult but within my range of possibilities - some 60 odd kilometres - the unknowns here would be hills.

everything went pretty smoothly, hired the bicycle with out a problem a hybrid - i haven’t been on a road bike in a long time and those thin tyres make nervous. the geometry was a bit relaxed which caused a bit of a problem on hills but that was granny gears are for.

hot but it didn’t seem to be bothering me. biking down to the ferry, kept passing these sites that i remembered from the last time and didn’t get a chance to document. the motel and hotel row along shelburne road, which wasn’t the most pleasant of roads to bike along. it seems that burlington like to end bike lanes at the most inappropriate moments. there was an apiary along bostwick road. a ball park and beach in lake road. beaches here are about as inviting as the rock strewn ones along the south coast of england. here though the rocks are bigger and sharper.

at the ferry, waiting, i rethought everything. i could make do what i had planned but that would mean racing up the east coast of the lake to make sure that i caught the ferry - the cycling equivalent of making time - telling myself that i would return to make the snaps the next day.

was still undecided on the ferry ride. 

in essex, wanting something cold, and using the post office the enforced slowing down - a great milk shake and a litre of water downed, a walk through an art gallery, a minor ride along the coast - had me decided to return on the charlotte ferry and make the snaps that i saw on the way down. 

my legs spasming may have had something to do with the decision.