Out For A RIde

When we were little girls Mom and Dad enjoyed taking a ride down to the Finger Lakes in the fall when the leaves were changing colors. We drove up and down through the hills taking in the sights around us. Sometimes we stopped in Vine Valley so we could play on the shore of Canandaigua Lake. Eventually we would drive around the southern shore of the lake and end up in Naples where we would get out and walk around. There were vendors selling crafts, little stands with fresh grape pies. It was good to get out and streatch our legs. We might even stop at Bob and Ruth's restaurant for an ice cream cone. On the way home we drove up the west side of the lake and back through Canandaigua toward Webster. It was a long ride for three little girls and we often bickered back and forth on the way. One year Mom and Dad solved the problem of dealing with us. They hired a babysitter, left us home and enjoyed the day out by themselves. In fact, I don't recall ever going with them again after that. For a long time I was severely disappointed at being left home, but now I don't blame them in the least.