Cool temps, overcast with drizzle started the day and made the 30 minute drive to Watkins Glen easy. No traffic, back roads, tiny villages nestled in the leafy greenery of New York's low rise mountains. Loved it!
Watkins Glen operates our RV park that overlooks a marina almost in the center of town. The town is on the southern tip of the very long and narrow Seneca Lake, one of 12 that I count on the Finger Lakes map. The lakes are separated by these low mountain ranges. Mountains and lakes were carved by the glaciers that caused the east to enjoy today's much lower mountains than those of the Far West that are still growing. Watkins Glen is one of the larger towns in the area, and is home to Watkins Glen International, a Nascar race track. An old town, it also is home to both Cargill and US Salt operations. Interestingly, there is a major salt dome beneath the area. To access it, hot water is forced down into the dome. Salt rises to the surface processing plants. Product is shipped via truck and rail. Your next Morton's Salt container may be filled with salt from this area.
With so many inducements to travel the local "wine trails", we had to drive roads parallel to Seneca Lake. What a treat! Rolling hills, more corn fields, and verdant grape vines supplying dozens of wineries. We tasted some of the product, bought a few bottles, learned that a pinot grigio (white, slightly sweet) can be successfully paired with spicy food (What?!!). OK, I already knew that tossing some sugar into a pasta sauce with too many of my favorite chile peppers does offset some of the heat. So we ran home and Doris prepared spicy riblets. Oh boy! Good cooking with a decent wine. Experimenting in the kitchen can be so fun ... and so waist-enhancing. In the heat of dining, I always forget Dad's diet: Push away from the dinner table halfway through dinner. Guilt for not adhering to his spoken word doesn't work either.
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