Olcott to Tonawanda
Day 10 - But who's counting?
We drove from Lockport to Olcott which is a pretty little village on the shore of Lake Erie. No wonder they call these lakes "great".
Geoff at Olcott, Lake Erie.
We had a hotdog from one of these
little shops on the boardwalk.
I'm really beginning to love American chilidogs.
You'd swear you were looking out to sea, but this is a lake!
Is it a bird?
Yeah, well that is a turkey vulture. They are really enormous, and they are everywhere. They circle the updraughts on wings like majestic black sails against the perfect blue sky.
In Tonawanda we were privileged to have a ride on the old Herschel carousel at the original factory where they were made. Everybody knows how much I love these old carousels. I turned back the hands of time and rode around while the big old Herschel pipe organ played. Can I describe such an experience? Not really. The music... the wooden horses going up and down on their shiny brass poles... heartachingly familiar.
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