One week in with four remaining on our little trek. As things like this tend to do, it seems already that the days are passing faster.
Tuesday was our second consecutive short day and that was refreshing. Brockport was a lively, interesting town. From there, we made our way to Adams Basin, which seems to be more of a community. (The use of the words town, village, township, city, etc., have meanings we haven’t exactly had anyone explain to us yet. They’ll say it’s in the Village of Something in the City of Whatever.)
We packed in extra food for our Wednesday dinner, highlighted by a can of Vienna sausages for each of us. I cannot venture a guess as to how long it’s been since I’ve eaten those. We made it fun, dining on the porch in front of a former tavern that catered to the people who once floated the canal.
Dave, our host at Adams Basin Inn, told us there was once some 1,500 such taverns – roughly one every quarter-mile – and that this is the only remaining example still in its original condition. Dave obviously enjoyed doing extensive research on the inn and the canal, as well as many of the artifacts and how they were used.
After breakfast this morning, we’ll be back on the trail. Some 10-plus miles today will take us into the western edge of Rochester. This weekend, we have another treat lined up. We’re to be joined by another old workmate of mine. She was a college intern in Denison, Texas, the summer of 1993 or 1994 and I haven’t seen her since.
At the end of a short (6-mile) walk on a gloriously sunny, but cool day (that really doesn’t happen in Texas very often), we arrived at the 200-year-old Adam’s Basin Inn. Dave and Pat, our hosts, gave us a fantastic tour with hints of more to come.
There aren’t 200-year-old houses in Texas, so there were some interesting discoveries. For instance, did you know that insurance companies used to pay the firefighters? It was a whole different system.
We were introduced to the pump that once pumped beer from barrels in the basement (there are no basements in Texas, just storm cellars). The tavern in the old inn is original (well, the spittoons have been washed and they did add electricity).
One amazing discovery was a 150-year-old quilt that Pat had been given. It is a double Irish chain pattern and quilted in the old style with no batting. Well, lo and behold, I have the same pattern in the same colors that came from my grandmother’s family. Mine is yet to be quilted, so I think I will try doing mine in the old style.
And, one more discovery, our host Dave is a sax player like me and plays in 2 local bands. He gets to play baritone sax with his group in the big jazz festival in Rochester coming up soon.
For breakfast, we have been promised something delicious as well as more history. And I will say, they are both excellent storytellers!