We May Be In Sleepy Hollow
We may have cycled back to the 1820's and the time of Washington Irving. As we left our motel and headed to New Paltz, we passed a school called Ichabod Crane high school and saw signs for Rip Van Winkle bridge. I sure hope that I don't meet mysterious Dutchmen and fall deeply asleep in the Catskill Mountains. For the most part, the wonderful trails that we've experienced in the past couple of days have continued. I have been struck by the amount of enjoyment that we've had as a direct result of New York State having invested in cycling infrastructure. Today's ride was 64 miles with over 95%, or greater, in separated cycle paths making the journey safe and fun and reducing confrontations with automobiles. I had a minor mechanical issue today on the road. I couldn't take care of it with the tools that I had with me and fortunately Frank was able to pick me up in the SUV and take me to a bike shop in Kingston. A place called Kingston Cyclery . An unassuming shop...