A heron greets us as we begin our ride.
 
 

Roadside waterfall - with some guy camping on the rocks right beneath it.
 
 

Another little gorge viewable from the road.
 
 

Farmstand boasting their fall best.
 
 

Gazing across the lake.
 
 

Who knew that Rastafarians were into the local wine-making business?
 
 

One of many plaques commemorating the military campaign that wiped out most of the native American villages in this region.
 
 

A similarly named cottage we passed on another ride had the subtitle "One of the cheaper spreads around".
 
 

We stopped at this nice little stretch of shoreline within Sampson State Park...
 
 

...to have ourselves a late morning snack.
 
 

In our system, the Poormon is usually the underdog.
 
 

I'm told the county government has been wanting a Yessman in that position for several years now.
 
 

Somehow we managed to resist this temptation and continue our ride.
 
 

The town of Geneva lies at the north end of the lake.  We got some lunch here, saw a huge motorcycle procession, then continued our ride.
 
 

Who you lookin' at?
 
 

Trains and deer apparently both use this crossing.  Not long after this, Amanda had to stop riding due to a flat tire...
 
 

...so I rode on as she waited at one of the wineries, then came back to pick her up in the car.