Peppermint won a bunch of awards for riding a large motorcycle further than any other human on the planet. She was very proud.
His farm has corn, cows, and is mostly organic. We had a nice chat, and headed for Syracuse. Zumo took us right to where we needed to go, but she was planing ahead.
Rally shirt, pin...on the bike we headed back to highway 20 to continue our westward journey.
Zumo said to take a right off the highway we had come in on, so we did. Little did we know that Zumo of the raven clan trickster gps had somehow managed to activate the ghetto tour mode. We came to a stop at a traffic light and a large man with dark skin wearing shorts and white socks danced in front of us. Off he went skipping down ghetto lane. Not on crack but very crackes. We toured the ghetto with zumo saying to turn right for the boarded up building street, turn right for the street where all the houses have trash around them, and finally to another traffic light with a hill that led us back to rural New York.
We stopped in to a Pet Cemetery.
The Travelers Monument.
As I walked around and took photos of the Serene environment. I thought of the little turtle crossing the road this morning. Should we have waited to see if it made it across the road? If it didn't we should have brought it here. Not On My Bike!
Another New England Trixie