Thursday, June 4, 2015
We had a pleasant ride up the
Islands Parkway as the morning mist lifted off the
ponds and river. To get to the United
States we had to cross 2 very long high
arched bridges on very narrow walkways.
It was so narrow we had to walk our bikes but found that we didn’t have
room for us and our pannier laden bikes.
We wondered what would happen if we met anyone coming from the opposite
direction. We probably walked over a
mile and it probably took an hour to do so.
If we had to do it over, we would have crossed at . The Wolf
Island route was recommended to us
many times by cyclists we met along the way. In hindsight, we should have asked about our
chosen route. Wolf
After arriving in
we immediately turned on our cell phones and called home. It was
nice to regain access to technology that we have become so dependent upon.
Next we headed east to the town of
Bay where we took a 2 hour boat tour through the Thousand Islands. The tour took us past “Millionaire’s Row” of magnificent
homes built during the gilded age. Many
of the boat houses were more grandiose than even the fanciest houses back
home. After this tour we stopped off at
the . This castle was built by George C. Boldt who
became wealthy as the proprietor of many famous hotels, including the Waldorf
Astoria Hotel in Boldt Castle New York City. He purchased 6 islands and chose Hart (later
renamed Heart) Island to build a castle for his wife,
Louise. Louise died before it was
completed so George stopped work and refused to return to the island. From 1904 to 1977 the Castle deteriorated
from lack of maintenance and vandalism.
In 1977 the Thousand Island Bridge Authority took over the property and
started its restoration. The finished
sections are truly magnificent. The
island also has a child’s play house (castle) that is so large it could provide
housing and recreation for a school house full of children.
Afterwards we began our westward journey toward
Buffalo. East of Clayton, we stopped at a small batch
distiller and sampled some of its bourbon. Neither of us drinks hard liquor and
since were on bicycles, we tasted sparingly. In Clayton we stopped at the . Most (if not all) were wooden boats. One of the buildings contained just speed
boats that were massive and powered by very large engines. We preferred the craftsmanship of the
pleasure boats and the boat restoration facility. Our motel for the night was just a few miles
from there and has a peaceful riverfront setting. Antique