Looking for a route south of town, I tried to leave the house through the Nisky Days traffic around upper Union Street. This was a lost case. I turned around and worked my way north away from that toward well-worn routes of southern Saratoga County.
I kept driving, without a certain idea where to stop, and soon found myself on a route I'd ridden on scores of outtings.
I parked at the lot on the northern side of Outlet Rd. near the fishing spots on the southern side, on the lake shore. I start up the slope to highway 50. The light changes and I'm off, traveling west. 20 minutes later I happen upon Peaceable, a charmingly named road going north. Harmony Corners looms. I love the names of these places.
I get to Galway Road, turn left, onto a wide bicycle lane, smooth pavement and a nice day ahead. West Corners is up, I turn right into the Adirondack general direction. I love this piece of road going north. Rolling, rural, with some odd farms and places along the route. I pass the Galway golf course, tiny, green, and inviting. It's about an hour since I started; I always get this way after 25 miles.
Up ahead there is a odd little corner and right turns Hermance, Jockey, and now I'm going east by the compass I've taken along. I'm on Shaw Road heading east. Fun road! Quiet, leafy green everywhere, a beautiful bike road. . . which I follow on into Rock City Falls.
Cottrells electrical papers or something like this adorns a building. A crumbling electrical generating station. Rock buildings. 60 year old + fishermen, with their jackets, rods and reels. They are walking upstream to find a nice spot. It's noon. I roll through town, eat a granola bar, drink some more and swap bottles in cages. Set to go home, I roll south on 59, 43, I'm confused about which road is fastest, but I know I have to south.
I find myself at a familiar crossroads, Middle Line Road.
The wind as shifted and now comes from the south. With a bite. It's warm, but it is stiff.
I'm now moving slowly south into the Ballston Center crossroads, turn left, roll on to the Highway 50 intersection, and whip, I mean fly down the hill to the car. 1 h 45 for the entire 50 km. Not so bad with photo ops, eating and drinking, and wandering.
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