For the holiday weekend, Chris and I packed Greta into the backseat and drove west across Massachusetts to New York's Finger Lakes. You can see the long, skinny lakes on the map below and get a good idea why they're called the finger lakes. We left Boston after work on Friday, drove to Syracuse and walked around the city just as the sky darkened. Passing through what appeared to be downtown's financial district, we stumbled across an outdoor concert/motorcycle jamboree--rows of glossy chrome bikes and crowds of leather contrasting with the austere stone buildings.
The finger lakes are perhaps most famous for local wineries and vineyards dotting the shores, especially along Cayuga and Seneca Lakes. Saturday morning we wound our way along Lake Cayuga, stopping at a few wineries for samplings, and then spent a few hours in Ithaca which was humming with activity for Cornell University's graduation the following day.
Due to the graduation and the rocketing hotel prices, we stayed about 25 miles away in Auburn, where the Harriet Tubman home still stands. Sunday, Chris and I hauled Greta to the Robert H. Treman State Park and hiked along the Enfield Glen gorges to Lucifer Falls. The weather was perfect - Greta was even able to run through the shallow water in several places. That evening we drove leisurely through several small towns: Seneca Falls (site of the first Women's Rights conventions), Waterloo (birthplace of Memorial Day - the town initiated the holiday in 1866, years before it became a federal holiday) and Geneva.
Monday, we drove back to Boston, biked along the Charles River and went out to eat for my birthday. Thanks to everyone who sent me birthday wishes!