Today was Day 39 of my journey. I have 5 more riding days and
about 410 miles to go. This would mean I have cycled about 3,260 miles of the
total 3,670 miles. Today I covered 100.44 miles and 5,237 ft. of elevation
gain.
What makes Ithaca unique? Is it the towering waterfalls,
lush ice-age gorges, endless panoramic views? Is it the hiking, the biking, the
boating? Is it the beauty of Cayuga Lake, the largest of the Finger Lakes?
Perhaps.
Finally, after a long and hard day, I entered Cazenovia, the
destination for the day.
My abode for the night is the Brae Loch Inn.
On my journey across the country I have met some very
wonderful people. Tonight I had the pleasure of meeting a very sharp young lady
called Leah Thies. She waited on our table but I sensed something special about
her. As the conversation flowed, we realized that she had spent time in Denver,
Colorado and now lived in Syracuse. Her true calling is to sell real estate.
With those sparkling eyes and ready smile and the intellect that I sense she
possesses, I have no doubt that she will pursue her dreams to fruition. I look
forward to seeing her running her own real estate empire in Northern New York someday
soon. She is seen here with “Big wave” Dave Edwards, our lead guide at the BrewsterInn where we dined tonight.
But perhaps it's something more. Maybe it's the buzz from
Cornell University and Ithaca College. You feel it everywhere—in our museums,
our galleries, and in our restaurants. You hear it in our theaters, our
nightclubs, our Finger Lakes festivals. You see it downtown on our pedestrian
mall, the Ithaca Commons, where PhDs cross paths with street musicians and
families stroll the solar system on an interactive "planet walk." You
experience it in our area hotels, B&B's and waterfront cabins. You can't
put your finger on it, but there's something special going on here. The bumper
stickers say "Ithaca is Gorges," but it's more than that. Ithaca is
beautiful and smart and always unexpected. It's intense and laid-back and
disdainful of convention. Ithaca is Ithaca. There's a vibe here unlike anywhere
else in America. And experiencing it is the only way to discover it.
A view of one of the gorges in Ithaca.
What a fitting end to such a wonderful day to see my dear
friend Tom Lizzio of Syracuse who drove down to Cazenovia to see me. He had
come to Portland, Oregon to see me off on my journey. The only regret I have is
that I was so sleepy that I was unable to spend as much time with him as I
would have liked to. But I know we will have plenty of time in the Adirondacks
when we climb together for me to fill him in with all my cross country stories.
My wish for today is for you to listen to someone's story,
let them tell you about their dreams. Promote the younger generation to dream
big, help them follow their dreams, stay true to themselves, not give up hope
at the first stumbling block they encounter, and teach them to use obstacles as
stepping stones for success. If you can do nothing of this, at least do not
laugh at their dreams or criticize them for dreaming "big". I was one
of those dreamers once. I had a lot of people that believed in me and a lot
more that did not. The ones that did not helped me the most by challenging me
to prove me right and not them wrong. Now that I have realized my "big
dreams", it brings me great satisfaction to somehow inspire the younger
generation to follow theirs and make our world a much better place for all.
Goodnight.
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