In deciding which direction to turn our tires, there was some consternation early in the day. Looking at a giant Google map with Binghamton in the center, it seems we've seen and done every single cool thing within a hundred-mile radius.
And while this is a very good problem to have, and a testament to how adventurous and devoted we are to getting out and doing stuff, it doesn't make our weekend planning any easier. Sometimes you want to go back and visit a favorite place. Sometimes, though, you crave the new experience.
We hemmed and hawed for awhile, and even thought about undertaking a two-and-a-half-hour drive through Pennsylvania. When I finally noticed a tiny freckle of green on the map, a fairly nearby state park we'd never been to, our decision was made.
This is Fillmore Glen, another one of those unbearably beautiful Fingerlakes gorges. We learned a lot while we were there. Like, for instance, that Millard Fillmore, number one least-notable US President, was a good old upstate New York boy.