Department of complaints.

July 17, Southwood.

A hundred and five miles on a Saturday, and the last downgrade the killer cherry on the hilly and curvy cake and Steve didn't have any brakes left when he got to the light at the bottom (time and again a steep and long downgrade that ends at a stoplight along New York's highway 20 - see yesterday's entry.) Don't know what happened to the Kelly Miller Circus rule that if it was a drive of a hundred or above we had the rest of the day off.
And so we passed through Richfield Springs three times in quite as many days (a repeated peek at those indecent Victorian mansions the reward of the weary circus traveler slash old homes aficionada.)