Day 22 – On to Cooperstown

Trixie and her Mum outside the Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown

Trixie and her Mum outside the Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown

A long drive later that took us eastward, past hill and dale, and the exposed ruins of one of the original Erie Canal locks, before we run into a downpour that slows us down significantly; even with the wipers running at top speed, it is hard to see the lines in the road ahead. This passes, but as we turn south to Cooperstown, and go over the Erie Canal, there are signs of flood damage from these recent torrential downpours that have plagued the east coast during our trek. Piles of mud and rubbish line the curbs, and along one hill, the pull off of the road is washed out and the road almost crumbling away.

Cooperstown is located deep in the middle of nowhere, a mecca for baseball fans, isolated in the wilderness, and surrounding it is a bright cluster of tourist traps and museums trying to gain a few dollars off the devoted pilgrims who make the journey to their scenic corner of the country.

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