I will never forget today. It was a long, but beautiful ride in the rain to Old Forge. I traveled through the scenic and surprisingly steep Adirondack Mountains. I passed through a lot of pretty little towns along the route. They were all of great historical significance and had many lovely little buildings. The homes each had their own stone walls. It felt as if I was biking through a Robert Frost poem. There were only a handful of small farms along the route as I made my way back into the mountains. I met a lot of kind locals who gave me many words of encouragement as they saw me pass by in the rain. It felt pretty great to get to town after another 3600 feet of climbing. I talked to some locals about the upside and downside of the tourism. They said while they enjoy the economic boom, they worry that the tourism and the waste produced by it is harming the local water sources such as the Moose River. To them, it was a worth the trade off. I then went to a great pizza place they recommended. Overall, I learned a lot about New York and myself today.