It was foggy this morning, but it cleared by the time we finished breakfast. The terrain is still steep climbs and great downhill coasts, although the road is sometimes rough. For lunch we stopped at a burger and fries place that was pretty busy, all the picnic tables were occupied so we asked a woman named Silvia Smith if we could share her table. We had an interesting lunch conversation; it turns out Silvia grew up in Portland Oregon before moving to the east coast, and she and her family have been coming to this area for 20 years. She asked if we had been in a Stewarts, explaining it was an up state New York institution. She said their ice cream was great, and for bicyclists they always had a restroom available. She pointed to a Stewarts across the street. After lunch we stopped at Stewarts and the black raspberry ice cream was very good. We arrived in Newcomb and stopped to ask about camping and food. I asked the young girl, she must have been 16, where Teddy Roosevelt stayed, and she knew! She described where, near Newcomb, and the circumstances, he was here when McKinley was assassinated. We are staying here tonight, and it is remote; we neither one have phone service or internet access. Posting this blog will have to wait.

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