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023 - The NY Bayou


The Seneca River, that is the basis of the western branch of the Erie Canal west of Rochester, is mostly a swamp that is meanadering until it mostly gives up and becomes a man made ditch.  Until that transition, there are pockets of development that made us think of the Lousiania Bayou.  We saw more people interacting with the waterway along this section than anywhere else.  People were out fishing, swimming, floating, sitting, grilling, and playing.  Some had amazing tiki bars.  What stood out to us wasn’t the obvious wealth difference but that they seemed to be having fun.  Spending lots of money isn’t necessary for having fun.


We stopped along the way at Voss’s restaurant and bought steak sandwiches for $5.95/ea.  I had low expectation but it came highly recommended by the Ilion marina owner.  It was amazing, a large piece of real meat, like something you would serve for dinner, on a low-quality white bread bun with roasted onions and green peppers.  It was fantastic and reflective the demands of the region; quality, simple, price.  The only thing, I don’t know how he was making money.

A baby “elephant” came down to see us.  Looks a lot like statue but I’m assured its real.  They’re native, aren’t they?

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