Biking from New Hampshire to Michigan

Biking - Day 12, overnight in Niagara Falls, NY

When you stay in an RV park near one of the country’s most sought after attractions like Niagara Falls, you expect to see things like million dollar Prevosts or Lancer Campers with duel slide outs.  But bicyclists?

We’ve been told the summer here has been very mild and friendly in comparison, but on this particular day in July, it was definitely hot.  So when we took our evening stroll around the campground and saw a group of bicyclists parked in the shade near the office, we didn’t think much of it.  We figured they were just resting for a bit, as some of the young women were using the camp ground facilities, and we figured it was a safe place to stop.  But then, a few hours later, right behind us, we saw them pushing their bikes back to the tent area. We had seen several different travelers, families and groups camp out in the tent section and really didn’t think much of it.  Specially since I had seen a Class C pull in around the time they were going to set up, I just assumed that must have been the guardians or “mobile command unit”.   

The next morning we noticed they were gone bright and early, but their tents were still there.  Sure enough, come evening time again, they were back.  Curiosity got the best of me and started to pay even more attention.  I avoid being a snoop when I can, but this all seemed somewhat out of place to me.  I noticed there were no men in this group of 8 - but these were all ladies - and some looked quite youthful!  Now I was even more curious.  So, I went and asked them.

Apparently, these lovely 8 ladies ranging from ages 15 to 19 had already been on the road for several days as part of an American Youth Foundation group on what was called “Odyssey”.  Odyssey is a 5 week cycling experience from their sister camp, Merrowvista in New Hampshire to the shores of Lake Michigan.  Rising 12th grade campers meet at Miniwanca, take a couple of quick training and shakedown rides and then travel to New England to begin their trip. The intrepid Odyssey cyclists then work as a team to navigate over 1,200 miles of roadway, cultures and terrain. This trip offers a unique opportunity to visit many small towns, travel across lakes by ferry and even cross the Blue Water Bridge from Ontario back to Michigan.  You can read more about this at:

American Youth Foundation
147 Canaan Rd
Center Tuftonboro, NH 03816

Ron and I were so impressed by their bravery, I couldn’t resist a video interview.  Which, by the way, you’ll notice I found out they did not have any kind of mobile unit or follow car with them.  The unit that pulled in with them the day before was sheer coincidence.  Though their group leader was required to call and check in often for safety sake.  

I found their adventure story exciting and moving.  I would have loved to do what they were doing at their age, and though I’d admit, I might have been a little scared, these little bright lights weren’t.  I watched the young woman in charge who was full of confidence and conviction being busy with coordinating dinner efforts and just wanted to hug every one of them! So polite, well organized and just genuinely beautiful! The “mom & pop” in us kicked in and we scampered off to make them some brownies hot out of the oven.  They even came and borrowed 3 table spoons of milk to finish off their dinner entree of hot mac & cheese! What a refreshing and encouraging view of our nations youth. Strong, independent, hopeful and motivated, love it!

The next morning while driving I saw these gals on there way to their next stop.  We wish them a wonderful adventure on their trip to Michigan!

Thunder of Niagara Air Show - Niagara Falls, NY

The Thunder of Niagara Air Show features the largest military and civilian static aircraft displays in New York State.

The Thunder of Niagara Air Show was back for 2015 after a four year break and huge crowds showed up at the Niagara Falls Air Reserve Station to catch the action in the skies.


The Air Show ran from July 18-19 and was free to the public. Gates opened at 9 a.m. each day to massive crowds.



We were thrilled to be able to capture these photo's over head at our RV.



We are reminded again to give thanks to all that serve in our military for their service and dedication for helping to keep us safe, and making this the greatest country in the world.

Murder Creek - Akron Falls, NY


Ron said to me



"I've got a neat place I want to show you..." with a curious smile....hmmm...







if you don't hear from me is an hour, you know "who dunnit!" LOL









Serious though I did make a friend!!






So what is the legend of "Murder Creek"?

In the spring of the early '20's a white man named John Dolph came from the Mohawk country and built his cabin a stone's throw from what is now known as "Murder Creek." Here Dolph, with Peter Van Deventer, intended to build a sawmill.

On a certain October evening, Mr. Dolph spread his mill plans on his kitchen table in order to discuss them with his wife. Suddenly a piercing shriek was heard in the woods outside. The cry was repeated again and sounded nearer. Flinging open the door Dolph saw the figure of an Indian girl rushing towards his cabin. Dashing in, she fell to the floor moaning breathlessly, "Oh, save me, save me!!"

Dolph closed and barred the door and almost immediately the burly voice of a man was heard. "Let me in! Let me in!" he cried as he threw his weight against the door.

Mr. Dolph stalled the man and at the same time motioned to his wife to conceal the girl.

Mrs. Dolph lifted up the trapped door and led the trembling girl into the mouth of a cavern. Dolph, with musket in hand, then asked the intruder what business he had.

"My name is Sanders," said the man, "and the girl is a prisoner, whom I am to deliver to the authorities at Grand River, Canada. Her father, a chief, placed her in my hands, because she wishes to marry a bad Indian. Now let me in, please."

Mr. Dolph unbarred the door and Sanders entered and searched the cabin for the Indian girl. When he could not find her, he flew into a rage and muttered, "She shall not escape me; I shall find her yet!" He then walked out into the darkness, and hid himself to watch if he could see any suspicious actions at the house.

Mr. and Mrs. Dolph crept out to the mouth of the cavern, unaware that they were watched by Sanders. There they found the Indian girl, asleep from pure exhaustion. She awakened and told them the story of her unhappy adventure.

"My name," said the girl, "is Ah-weh-hah, which in the language of the pale-face is Wild-Rose. My home is near Spirit Lake, under the cliff about a mile below the Tonawanda Falls.

"My mother has been dead for several years, and my poor father, who is chief of the Senecas and is named 'The Great Fire,' has been murdered by Sanders.

"For more than a year this dreadful man has been hovering around Spirit Lake, urging me to marry him. My Toh-yoh-ne, or Gray Wolf in your language, however, is very dear to me and I was to become his wife very soon. Sanders told me that rather to see me the wife of the Seneca brave, he would murder me and all who stand in his way.

"In order to avoid trouble my father said he would take me to the Cattaraugus Nation, where Gray Wolf would join me".

"It was this morning that my dear father told me to prepare for a journey to Cattaraugus. We soon started on foot, taking the old trail, leading on to the Te-os-ah-wah, a place called "Buffalo" by your people.

"We reached the De-on-go-te Gah-hun-da and sat down to rest, when suddenly we saw Sanders close upon the trail behind us.

"My poor aged father trembled with fear and apprehension, but Sanders seemed to have relented, and was sorry for his past conduct. He smilingly came forward and said he had made up his mind to cease trying to persuade me to marry him; that he hoped I would be happy with Gray Wolf: that he had decided to leave all behind and seek a home in the far West; that he hoped that all was forgiven and forgotten; and that he was even now on his way to the great unknown West, he would like to accompany us as far as On-tar-o-ga.

"The man spoke so pleasantly that we were deceived and allowed him to travel with us. Presently we came to our camping-place and ate our evening meal.

"I had arisen and was looking eastward where I thought I saw a light across the head of the valley. At that instant I heard a blow struck, followed by a groan, and quickly turning I saw my poor father laying dead on the ground, with that fiend Sanders standing over with an uplifted club in his hands.

"I fled into the forest with the mad man close behind me, brandishing his club and vowing he would kill me, too. As I ran I fled toward the light I had seen. I ran until I came upon the bridge over the Wun-ni-pa-tuc and there your light was in plain view. As I ran I cried, 'Save me,' when your door was suddenly open for me with the fiend not ten steps behind me. You know the rest."

Wild-Rose was a beautiful, refined, and soft-voiced maiden, and the Dolphs resolved to keep and protect her.

When the morning came Dolph and Van Deventer buried the remains of the victim of Sander's treachery. The murderer had taken the Buffalo stage at midnight. When Dolph returned home he found the Indian girl delirious.

The news reached the ears of Gray Wolf, and he hastened to the refuge of his unhappy sweetheart, and together they journeyed to her father's grave. They chanted the death song, as a last token of their affection. A grave fire was lighted and the sacred tobacco incense rose to lift the burden of the prayer to the Maker-of-All.

Suddenly Sanders jumped from the underbrush, ax in hand, and Wolf grabbed his Tomahawk. Then began a terrible struggle. Losing their weapons in the fray, each grabbed their hunting knives and tore each other's flesh until the blood ran down in gushing streams, and the white man fell backwards, dead. Wolf tried to speak to comfort his horrified sweetheart, but instead he staggered forward and fell. He too had perished at the graveside of her father.

Mr. Dolph heard the cry and ran the quarter mile to find what new tragedy had occurred. There he found the unhappy Wild Rose, on her knees, swaying back and forth as she moaned between her sobs the death chant. Incoherent and dazed, she followed him back to his cabin, and with the help of a neighbor Dolph buried the two bodies, the Wolf near the Chief and the white man a little to one side.

Often Wild-Rose would visit the graves of her father and lover to weep and to chant her grief. When one day the Dolphs missed her, they went out to the graveyard and there they found her, lying upon the grave of Gray Wolf, lying cold and lifeless, dead of over-exposure and a broken heart; and so beside the grave of her beloved they buried her. Many were the sincere tears they shed as their tender sympathies reached out in grief for the unhappy Ah-weh-hah.

As the legend goes; now, as in the former days, the lover of the midnight who strolls along murder Creek, may hear the voices of the two lovers as they wander over the modern dust of the ancient trail. The ghosts of the father and the murderer never come back to earth - they who come are only the spirits of the lovers whom destiny forbade a marriage in the earth life, but whom death united in a bond that the years have not broken.

Rochester & Genesee Valley Railroad Museum - Rush, NY

While traveling in Western NY on a Saturday, we came across this little known museum, the Rochester & Genesee Valley Railroad Museum.

Upon our arrival, we found that we appeared to be alone.

To be honest, we heard radios in the background, which meant we were not completely alone. 

So we started our adventure without having to worry about others being in our shots. 

Although this also made it a little difficult to find out any information about the trains on display.

As it turns out, the museum is the only operating railroad museum in New York State, and we just happened upon it by accident!

As it turns out, the museum actually gives rides each month.


As we entered the train office building, we were greeted by period correct office and train attire.



The rail yard had a few nice examples of engines, and cars from a period long since gone. 


If you get a chance to stop by and take a look around, I think you will be pleasantly surprised.

Glen Dairy Bar - Watkins Glen, NY

While traveling through the "Finger Lake" region in NY, we discovered the little gem of a ice cream stand, the Glen Dairy Bar, at 433 South Franklin St, Watkins Glen, NY 14891


What makes this Ice Cream stand unique?  They serve Giffords Ice Cream, which has won the honor of being considered the worlds best ice cream.  

So if you get a chance to stop by, have some ice cream, and enjoy the setting !