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I grew up in Rochester, New York, and worked summers at my grandparents' farm, which was about 60 miles away, in the Finger Lakes region. I left the area post–high school, but friends and family who remained have always lauded the Finger Lakes as a prime vacation destination. Its miles of biking and hiking trails, scores of wineries and lovely autumn hues across a pastoral landscape enticed me back to explore the region.
The 11 elongated lakes, located in western and central New York state, were formed by receding glaciers that carved deep valleys in their wake. The small towns of Geneva, Penn Yan, Watkins Glen, Ithaca and Canandaigua reside at the north or south ends of the larger lakes, and I set out to see them all.
My plan was to drive and ride between the towns, biking every morning over four days, then spending the afternoons exploring these communities as I worked my way back to Rochester on the final day.
My tasty trip begins
I secure my rented e-bike in my car and drive to Ithaca, less than two hours from Rochester, at the southern end of Cayuga Lake. Home to Cornell University and Ithaca College, this small city has always enjoyed an outsize level of cultural offerings. It also boasts a beautiful setting, with more than 150 waterfalls within 10 miles of town.
Ithaca’s culinary scene is as enticing as its waterfalls. For dinner, I head straight to Ithaca Commons, the city’s popular downtown pedestrian mall, and slip into Thompson and Bleeker, a small trattoria with pale yellow walls, farmhouse-style seating and a round brick pizza oven.
A delightful day two
My second day includes a stop at Ithaca’s Saturday farmers market before tackling two trails and two state parks. I drive about 5 miles to the Black Diamond trailhead. This trail follows the former rail line of the Black Diamond Express, a luxury train service from New York City to Buffalo that ceased 63 years of operation in 1959. The 8.44-mile gentle slope runs from Taughannock Falls State Park to the Cayuga Lake shoreline.
I don’t need electronic pedal assistance on the 8-mile descent, and I cycle beneath a colorful canopy of oak, maple and hickory trees beside farmers’ fields and across bridges that span small ravines. Cardinals dart across the trail, flashing their vibrant red plumage; a catbird issues its distinctive mew call and a lone mockingbird sings borrowed songs from the top of a trailside maple. I breeze along through 6 miles in a mostly arboreal passage, until the trail opens up beneath the sun for the final 2 miles to the lake.
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