On to Canajoharie
September 19, 2010
I’m on the way to Canajoharie, New York. The Erie Canalway Trail in southeast Rome is where I begin my day. It is overcast, spitting and humid out. I ride by a church sign that reads, “Are You Lost? Try GPS. God’s Plan for Salvation.” Destiny and I enter the trail and ride under a canopy of trees. A cold, damp mist hits my face as I ride by the Enlarged Erie Canal. Colorful leaves and wildflowers brighten up the morning.
The trail ends in Oriskany. I turn onto SR 69 then head north to River Street. Black-eyed Susan’s line the road and lead me to a trail along the Erie Barge Canal. I’m amazed at how grand the canal looks in the morning light. Trees tinted with red and yellow reflect in its waters. A catamaran motors by and I wave to the people on board.
I arrive at Lock 20 and see a boat being locked through. When I stop to take a picture, I’m immediately attacked by a flock of mosquitoes the size of small birds. I swat the vicious little suckers then jump on my bike and flee. The trail takes me away from the canal and escorts me into the city of Utica.
I cycle to Herkimer and then Little Falls where I see Erie Barge Canal Lock 17. The sun finally shows its radiant face and brightens up the afternoon. I divert from the path and take an alternate route on SR 5S through picturesque farmland. Dairy farms with massive barns dot the landscape. Farmers harvest field corn and store it for the winter. I climb up a hill and have an expansive view of the Mohawk Valley far below. When I arrive in the town of Fort Plain I jump on the bike path and ride to Canajoharie.