Take me out to... uh, no.

     Cooperstown, New York was the spot for October, and while my homestead backed up to Doubleday Field, it wasn't baseball that brought me here. Honestly, it was sheer geography as I pushed a bit west out of New England toward my ultimate winter destination. The Village of Cooperstown is quaint though I question what a "normal season" feels like. The Hall of Fame was open, so Main Street was bustling on weekends with tourists from at least 8 states. People were considerate, but the influx hampered my activity as I'm traveling in no-risk mode. 
     Thankfully, it was easy access to pedal, trail walk, read by the lake, and on weekdays, enjoy the sights (albeit from the outside looking in). During the first three weeks, the weather was stunning with a challenging lake wind most days, and the fall colors were a gift. My timing was accidental, but peak perfect, and Cooperstown was really a pleasant surprise. Honestly, its reputation for all things baseball diminishes the history, architecture, art, and natural beauty of this area.
     Yet, I left a week early as a mix of rain and snow was in the forecast, as well as the reality of an all-day drive to coastal Maryland. As it turned out, a week in Elizabethtown, PA was a really good idea as work hampered my style, the temps dropped, and it was a rainy November 1st on the road. My guardian angels are surely with me. 
​     I'm now attempting to settle in for 90 days in Ocean City but I can't tell that story before I have eggnog (at least once).