Our first stop in Ohio was between Cleveland and Akron in a small town called Streetsboro. We stayed at a KOA this time, and it turned out to be a nice campground. We visited Cleveland and Akron during a couple of daytrips. I enjoyed Cleveland very much during the two times we explored the city. It had a small town feel with all the big city amenities. It seemed to be clean, safe, and friendly. We also tried to look around downtown Akron, but we were there on a rainy Saturday, and really only got a glimpse from inside the moving car. From this location we drove in one direction to see to see Kent State, and in the opposite direction to see Cuyahoga Valley National Park. It was a good stop and a good introduction into The Buckeye State.
When we left New York, we went back down I-90 South to make one last stop in Pennsylvania. This location was just outside of Titusville, about 1.5 hours south of Erie. We were at the Oil Creek Family Campground adjacent to Oil Creek State Park, at the edge of the Allegheny National Forest. This part of Pennsylvania is known as the Oil Region. We were surprised to learn that it is from this location that the American Oil Industry began.
Since we were near a state park, we spent lots of our time from this location walking the dogs or riding our bikes. We took a tourist train ride from an historic depot in Titusville, and learned lots of good stuff from our docent, Rod. (He was a retired math teacher with a passion for railroad history. He had a great sense of humor and many fun stories to share).
The highlight of MY time near Titusville was when the dogs and I came face to face with a LARGE black bear on an early morning walk. That was exciting. I was wide awake before the sun one morning and decided to take Piper and Cessna on a super long walk to start the day. There was a thin morning fog hanging over the campground, and the sunrise was casting a peach colored glow on everything. The atmosphere was exceptionally still and quiet. The park was full of trailers and tents, but since everyone was still asleep, it seemed like we had the place to ourselves. That’s what the big black bear thought too.
The three us were coming down a wooded lane of seasonal campsites when the dogs alerted to something ‘in the air’. They started sniffing and snorting, pulling at me with their leashes as the adrenaline of wild animals infused their senses. This is normal. I was thinking they smelled a rabbit, a woodchuck, or squirrel. Maybe a deer. Happens all the time when we are in the woods. As I was looking around to see what they had noticed, my eyes focused on a giant animal beside a maintenance shed, about 20 yards in front of us. It was casually staring at us and wasn’t surprised to see us at all. The beast had heard us coming and was curious to see what was around the corner. Not exactly what my foggy brain was expecting to come across in the pre-dawn hours. My first thought was “why would someone put a giant carved statue of a bear here in this maintenance area”? My next thought was “But, it looks so soft… do they make stuffed animals that big”? I began to snap to and told myself “No. No, they don’t”. Holy crap, there was a big- ass bear directly in front of us! We were looking at a real life bear, and their was no fencing or plexi-glass window in front of us like at the zoo.
I remembered seeing something about how one should act loud and obnoxious when encountering a black bear. They are supposed to spook and shoo away from all the commotion. Acting loud and obnoxious should not be too hard of a task for me in the least! I yelled and clapped my hands. It just stared at us with a bored expression on its cute face. I was having trouble being scared, even though my instinct told me I should be slightly alarmed. I pleaded with Piper and Cessna to bark at it and scare him off, but they had never seen anything like that… and they weren’t sure they could take it down if necessary. It was BIG. They sat like silent statues.
It was about that time that a nice lady in one of the campground cabins opened her front door. I asked if we could please come onto her porch, as there was a bear right near the back of her cabin. Luckily, she obliged. We moved to the tiny covered porch and the bear edged back around the side of the shed, as if to hide from us. It had been rummaging through the campground trash bin, and was waiting for us to go away so it could get back to business.
She knew all about the bear. She said it had been hanging around the campground for a few days. She even had a picture of it on her phone. (I did not get a photo, because I did not have a camera with me that morning). We talked about who else had seen it and where it had been spotted. The consensus was that it was between 350 and 400 pounds. After a few minutes of wait-and-see, it wandered off in the opposite direction carrying a white bag of trash in its mouth. Piper, Cessna and I decided it would be safe to depart the porch, so we wished the lady a good day and went back the way we came. Away from the trash monger’s route.
I took the dogs to the fenced in dog park area so they could do their morning business. When they were done, I took them back to the Monaco. Our long morning walk had been cancelled. Mike was still asleep, so I got my car keys and drove toward the front of the campground. Damned if that bear wasn’t back at the trash bin again! (And I still didn’t have my phone to take a picture)! I followed it around the corner in my car and it tried to evade the Honda by slinking back behind the maintenance shed again. I pursued it a bit more, and it finally trotted off into the woods. The poor lady in the rental cabin was on her porch again when it ran right past her. She said she was glad to be checking out that morning! I kept my phone with me at all times for the rest of our stay at Oil Creek, hoping to get another glimpse (and hopefully a photo). I guess I should be glad when I say we didn’t see it again before we left.
I’ve attached a few more photos and tidbits below with extra details about our last stop in Pennsylvania. The rest of the trip was much more low key.
Our final stop in The Empire State was in western New York about 45 miles east of Buffalo, 30 miles west of Rochester, and (15 or less) miles from the shore of Lake Ontario. It was a land of farms and orchards. Apples, peaches, apricots, berries, CORN, squash, and all sorts of other fresh vegetables comprised the contents of the crops that blanketed the land around us. The locals were very friendly. We stayed in a very nice RV Resort – one of the nicest we have seen since we have been on our trip.
I did not know anything about the Erie Canal before our last stop in Blossvale, and this juncture helped me learn even more about the historic commercial waterway upon which so many small communities were created. Our campground was literally across the street from it. A biking/walking trail also bordered the canal, and we took full advantage of the path.
We got to see Niagra Falls from this stop. We also went to Buffalo and had wings at the bar where they were first created. We went to Rochester a couple of times, one of which was to see an airshow. My laptop crashed from this location, so that was sort of stressful. We packed it up on our way to Buffalo one morning and I shipped it to our dear friend, Brad, in The Woodlands. Whom, by the way, miraculously rebuilt it and reloaded the back-up files before sending my laptop back to me… working (better than ever). I am ever grateful to technology geniuses and Carbonite. Mike and I had to share the iPad in the interim. I think we earned an A- in teamwork.
We enjoyed our time in New York. The state is so gigantic, we did not make it to so many places we wanted to see. For instance, we would have loved to have visited Lake George, The Adirondacks, The Finger Lakes Region, Long Island, and Montauk. I would of course love to go back to New York City for a whole month, but that would make Mike completely miserable. Too many people, too little space.
I think my favorite stop for this state would be the Hudson Valley location. My second favorite stop for NY is this one, Holley. Our last stop near Lake Oneida was pretty. I’m just glad we were able to be here during warm weather months.
Although we planned one more stop in Pennsylvania before we scratched that state off our list, we left the Keystone State temporarily to finish our time in New York. Our first stop in The Empire State was back in June of 2013. We stopped in the Hudson Valley on our way to New England last summer, after driving north from Florida for four days. Like I have said before, the rules are loose on the Lower 48 in 48 Tour… so we pick up ‘Part II’ almost 14 months later.
This time we aimed for the central part of the state and landed at a small campground about three miles east of Lake Oneida, near Syracuse. We took a couple of daytrips to Syracuse and Utica, but were not impressed with either community. The best times we had from that location were relaxing at the campground or near the lake. Mike got to fish a bit, so he was happy about that.