Today was drop-dead gorgeous. Once we glued the few things back onto the shadowbox that had shaken loose, then reassembled it, there was little left to do but take a ride with the top down on the convertible.
Drove down country roads past farm after farm, then quaint village after quaint village, ending up for a late lunch at the Boathouse Restaurant nestled next to Lake Ontario, in a town I failed to take specific note of, but it was quite picturesque. It was Something Landing or Landing Something.
We pretty much called it a day after that, heading back to the Super 8 in Pulaski, NY to forage on snacks and leftovers for the evening.
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