The HOF Road Trip--National Baseball Hall Of Fame

The fireplace was a welcome sight as it cheery flames warmed the breakfast room. The buffet breakfast at the Inn at Cooperstown was small but delightful. There was fresh mixed fruit, raisin bread, spinach and egg frittata or sausage and egg frittata and the offer of fresh baked muffins along with hot drinks and juices. 

One of the best things I love about traveling is meeting new people. We sat and talked with a couple from North Carolina about their travels and their plans for future trips. Of course we shared some tips about some of the places we had been to that were in their plans. Another cup of coffee and we were off into the wonderful sunshine albeit chilly air. 

A ten minute brisk walk and we were entering the National Baseball Hall of Fame. Upon entering, we were greeted by a guide who asked us where we were from and who our favorite baseball team was. Again we were sympathized with as the Guardians had just lost their opportunity to continue to the World Series. We were handed a list of significant pieces of the history of the Indians/Guardians team and where we could look for them. 

Trying to take in the history of so many amazing players from the past was overwhelming. It was fun to see Babe Ruth's uniform and read his history, see the pictures and articles on the walls and some of the videos (or rather films) from the past. 

The same was true of many of the other featured players from the past. The museum is divided up a bit strangely. There was one section that featured black players and highlighted the black baseball leagues of the past and of course the players who opened the doors to integrating those players into the teams we have today. Players like Jackie Robinson and Larry Dolby instrumental in opening doors for others and of course both having a Cleveland connection.

As we wandered from section to section, we came upon lots of items related to the Indians. We found old uniforms, gloves (hard to believe they could actually catch a ball with some of them), old bats and some not so old (one was Jim Thome's) and lots of trophys. 

 The videos were all interesting and I think you could spend more than a morning if you watched them all the way through. We lingered by the ones we were most interested in. One of the things we smiled at was a video of kids playing I believe in the Dominican Republic with makeshift gloves made from cereal boxes.

 There were also examples of souvenir and fan wear. I loved the apron with the old chief on it.

 In the area that featured players of today, we found the Jose Ramirez helmet and several other items in a lockerroom display that was sectioned off with one locker for each of the MLB teams. 

 And then there was the Gold Glove award. It really is a gold glove! Painted I'm sure.

 Once we were finished with the museum part of the hall we went to the actual Hall of Fame whcih is quite impressive when you enter it--almost like a Greek temple. The plaques of the hall of famers are organized by years in sections along each wall and in the back of the hall. It was fun looking at all of them and remembering some of the players from years past and the historical players who had set some of the records that still stand today. 

 All together, we spent a little over three hours exploring the whole murseum and hall. Mark another tik off the bucket list for me.  But what would we now do with our afternoon? Hmmm.

 

The HOF Road Trip--On to Cooperstown

The trip from Hammondsport, NY to Cooperstown was to be only a little over three hours so we decided to take advantage of the beautiful morning to search out a few waterfalls in the area before we headed to Cooperstown.

The first was very easy to find. It was in the Village of Montour Falls, a short drive from Hammondsports. The large waterfall is called Shequaga Falls and you can see it as you drive down Main Street. At the end of the street is a nice little park and you can enjoy the falls close up. 

The falls is a 156 foot multi-tiered spectacle. The name comes from the Seneca word meaning "tumbling waters." We noticed that there were lights that probably light it up at night.

With a little more searching, we located Watkins Glen State Park where we saw there was a falls named Rainbow Falls. When we pulled into the entrance (we discovered later it wasn't the main entrance) we stopped to pay the $10 fee for the car. 

The girl in the booth was so much fun. We paid our fee and she pulled out a map of the trails when we asked about Rainbow Falls. To our surprise, she said there were actually nineteen falls along the Gorge Trail. The map she showed us was more than we wanted to navigate, we just wanted to see the Rainbow Falls. She took that one back and handed us another to show where the falls was. Bob asked if the trail was wheelchair accessible. She laughed and said not really. He explained we were old and wanted an easy walk. She smiled sweetly and pointed to the map. "That is the easy trail. It's okay I'm used to working with an advanced generation." Advanced generation? What a clever way to say "old people."

The "easy" trail presented us with a slew of steps and then one very long stairway of stone before we could actually get to the Rainbow Falls. We turned around. The Gorge Trail goes up and down and all around through a gorge that has 200 foot sedimentary cliffs. It is very interesting and much more of a challenge than my knees were ready for. We enjoyed the scenery and made our way back to the car.

Again the day was sunny and the autumn colors absolutely at their peak. We passed through forest and farmland and small towns before arriving at Cooperstown and discovering that it was a quaint little place on a lake as well.

The Inn at Cooperstown was a recommended stay and it did not disappoint. The Inn itself is on the historic registry and dates back to 1874. It was originally an annex to a posh hotel, Fenimore, that was located across the street. As most historic buildings do, the inn went through many phases as a home, offices and apartments. In 1985, it was purchased and renovated to open as the Inn at Cooperstown. It received new owners in 2022 who say they are dedicated to preserving the inn and genuine hospitality for all who stay there.

The room was comfortable and the ensuite bathroom had a nice shower. The only bad thing for us was that we were on the third floor. It was a long climb. The host who checked us in carried our suitcase up for us with no problem. He said it was his way to exercise.

Downstairs in the main area were two rooms set up for breakfast and two separate sitting rooms, one which held games and books. The other sitting room had a nice big Keurig and quite an assortment of K cups, along with a hot pot for water for tea. 

Once we were settled, we set out to explore. It was said to be a short walk down Main Street to get to the Baseball Hall of Fame so we decided to explore along the way and get our bearings for the day at the HOF to follow. Before we knew it, we were at Doubleday Field. We were soon to learn that Abner Doubleday was not the founder of baseball. 

Abner Doubleday was a U.S. Civil War general who was falsely accredited by the Mills Commission with inventing it in 1839. It actually existed long before then in one form or another and had not begun to be organized until The New York Knickerbocker Baseball Club codified rules to the game.

We peeked into the field which is rather a small one and not a lot of seating for many spectators. There are ballgames played there by various organizations. The entry is certainly impressive though.

A little further down the road, we found the Baseball Hall of Fame and stepped into the entryway just to check it out. It was due to close in an hour and we were saving our time there for the next day. We did wander through the gift shop which was a bit pricey as is most MLB merchandise. I saw a T shirt but I wasn't about to pay $40 for it. Guess I'm cheap.

It was too early for dinner so we wandered down to the park by Otsego Lake and enjoyed the water views. On our map it showed a historical marker a little farther along the shore so we walked down some more side streets and found our way to Council Rock Park. It was a tiny little park but had a place to sit and rest. Out in the water was a smooth protruding rock called the Council Rock where it was said that the Mohawk tribes along with several others used the area as a meeting place. It was immortalized in James Fenimore Cooper's The Pioneers. 

By the way, Cooperstown was named for its founder, Judge William Cooper, who founded the town in the 1780s. He was the father of the author, James Fenimore Cooper. 

Why Cooperstown for the location of the hall of fame? Perhaps it had to do with Doubleday who attended school in Cooperstown. Another story we heard was that the Doubleday myth was a basis for securing the HOF in Cooperstown. The myth was built up and the town needed the economic boost because of the war. Whatever the reasoning and even though Doubleday has been "outed", the place is a perfect spot and a most enjoyable visit.

Unfortunately we would not walk into the HOF with a Guardians win. But we did receive a lot of sympathy.

The HOF Road Trip--NY Finger Lakes

 

Our spontaneous decision to start our trip a day early proved to be a good one. Our drive through PA into NY was beautiful. Orange, red, yellow, light green, brown leaves on oaks, maples, birches and then the deep green of evergreen trees were a backdrop to golden fields of corn all made more intense in color by the wonderful sunshine that graced our day. 

We arrived at our stopping point for that day earlier than the original plan because of our drive the day before. It had put us about two and a half hours ahead of schedule but now it was allowing us plenty of time to explore the lovely little town of Hammondsport, NY.

Hammondsport sits on one of the finger lakes of NY. What a perfectly relaxing atmosphere at least for this time of year. I imagine during the summer season it gets pretty busy. Lake Keuka acually resembles a long finger when you look at it on the map. It reminded me a bit of Lock Ness in Scotland. No monsters reported though.

We wandered two of the parks. The first was called Depot Park and featured an old station house that was now a souvenir shop with a place to get coffee and snacks. Bob got his afternoon coffee and we walked the short boardwalk along the shore. 

Curtiss Park was a short walk away but still on the lake bordering some wetlands. The park honors Glenn Hammond Curtiss who was the founder of the aircraft industry. He was born in Hammondsport and I'm guessig his middle name indicates his family heritage and the naming of the town. 

We found a picnic table to watch on Bob's phone the updated score of the the Browns game in the last few minutes of the fourth quarter. Another football game with a heart stopping Browns win.

As we explored the main town area, we noticed many places were closed for the season. It was going to be a challenge to find a place to eat that appealed to us. There were a couple on the lake but one was closed and the other adverised that this was the last day of the season for them. They were celebrating with a Buffalo Bills watch party. We decided to give it a shot.

The restaurant was listed as The Lakeside Restaurant and Tavern on Tripadvisor but turned out to be called Louie's Lakeside. I'm not sure what the dynamics of the whole thing were. There was a large white building with a nice restaurant facility inside but the only thing open was the patio bar on the large dock area. The weather was warm enough so that was fine and there were only a handful of Bills fans watching the game so it wasn't crowded.

When our food came, we found very large portions and wondered if they were trying to clean out the kitchen before closing for the season. My pasta was great with extra meatballs but way more than I could eat. The waitress was a little distressed when Bob ordered a smash burger but with only one patty instead of the two in the description. They were probably hoping to finish those off as well.

The lake was spectacular surrounded with all that color reflected in its smooth surface. I wished the day could have lasted longer to enjoy the sunshine and the trees and the fresh air but alas, the days were getting shorter, a signal that all of this would be covered in ice and snow in a few months or less. It was obviously a summer place more than a winter resort and I can imagine a wonderful place to spend more time. A place to return to sometime. 

The HOF Road Trip--Spontaneity

 Saturday's afternoon could not have been more beautiful. We had just finished watching Ohio State narrowly beat Indiana (a win is a win) and with the sun shining brightly and illuminating the rich autumn colors, we set out to take a walk through the neighborhood. The conversation went something like this:

"So we're all packed?"

"Yup."

"What are we going to do tonight?"

"I don't know."

"Is there any reason we shouldn't just start our road trip tonight?"

"What?!"

Now, you have to understand that the last time Bob had a spontaneous decision to start out a road trip early we ended up sleeping in the station wagon with three young kids at a rest stop between home and Erie, PA, because we couldn't find a hotel. (Years before the internet could have helped us.) Ever since that Niagra Falls debacle, I have insisted on knowing where I was going to sleep each night on a trip. 

I thought it over for a few moments. No kids. Just us. An iPhone to help us locate a place along the way. Why not? We did a quick about-face and quickly got our inflatible Brutus and the OSU flag put away, the suitcase thrown in the car and we were on our way. I must admit. There was a bit of an adrenaline rush. Spontaneity is not one of my best traits though.

We had decided when we planned the trip to the Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown that we would take the backroads rather than the highway. We wanted to enjoy the fall colors. And enjoy we did. The sun followed us until it came time to eat dinner. Just before the state border into Pennsylvania, I began searching for a place to eat. The closest place I could find was in Andover, OH, called the Town Tavern. I put it into the Google Map route and we found it easily enough.

There are places to eat you might call "a hole in the wall" (our son has a way of finding them) but they turn out to have the best food. This was one of them. It was a bar but rather quiet for the most part, not many people. We ordered BLTs on Texas toast. Best BLTs we've ever had. 

While we ate, we searched for our favorite inn--the Hampton Inn and there was one in Meadville, PA about another half hour or so from where we were. It was going to get dark soon and those beautiful colored trees would go gray in the dusk of nightfall so we booked a room and traveled on to our first stop on the road. 

Sometimes spontaneity isn't so bad.

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Isle of Man, Douglas

 So we had criss crossed the Irish sea between Scotland and Northern Ireland and now to Isle of Man which is part of the UK. I'm not clear on how all the countries fit together in the UK and still are separate but it's too complicated for me to worry about. 

Douglas, the captial of the Isle of Man which is truly an island was very welcoming. In my research I had found that there was a small gauge steam railway that had a 15 mile run to the end of the island from Douglas. 

A man who was handing out maps of the town and island tried to show us how to get to the station which I knew was only a fifteen minute walk. His speech was very confusing so we thanked him and I turned on my data roaming again to be sure we found the station in time to get on the 9:50 train. 

Google map guidance got us there with a little time to spare. We purchased return (round trip) tickets to Port Erin for about $20 USD each. The problem was trying to find a seat on the train.

The train was made up of carriages that sat four or five people across on two benches facing each other. There were many of the units that were labeled reserved for tours. When we got to the first five or so of the train, they were labeled for cruise ship. Now, yes, we knew that meant excursioin people but no one was around and it was almost time to leave. What to do?

Well, we were on a cruise ship, the only one in town, so why not? We boarded and had the carriage to ourselves until a woman came huffing and puffing and jumped in quickly. She was a local guide who was with another private group and there wasn't room for her to sit with them so she grabbed the first seat she could find.

She laughed when we told her our predicament and said everyone was very easy going around here and there wouldn't b a problem. And there wasn't. And she was delighful talking everything from history of the railcars to politics of the world. The conductor came around and said he had to leave on time with or without the cruise group. 

The guide and her group got off in Castletown which was about 3/4 of the way down the line. There is a castle to explore there and a few other scenic spots the guide mentioned. We stayed on though as I think we'd seen enough castles already and we did have a ticket to the end and back.

The railcars or carriages as I called them dated back to the 1920s and 30s. They were a bit older and much smaller than the cars on the Cuyahoga Valley Scenic Railway. I have to say as well we thought they were refurbished a bit nicer too.

At one point the return train paused as did we and a coin of some sort was passed between the two to show that they had passed and the track ahead was clear.

Arriving in Port Erin we found we had a little less than an hour to wander and snapped a few pictures of the shoreline before returning to the railway cafe for tea and a sandwich. There is a rail museum there but we passed it up for the refreshments. We were missing lunch on the ship with our time away.

It was a nice ride again through the countryside with the heavy white steam floating over the sheep and cows and the homes that we passed. Oh, the guide had offered one other spot of information we found interesting. The train does not use coal to heat the water for the steam. They manufacture some sort of recycled organic material that is environmentally safe. I didn't research to find out where the recycled stuff came from. I trust they knew what they were doing.

The ship would leave early as it was our last night and lots needed to be done before disembarkation in Belfast the next day. There would be a little glitch waiting for a taxi in a long line but solved with an Uber. A short ride to the City Airport, a long wait to drop bags for our flight, a short flight to London Heathrow, an overnight stay at the hotel there and then a nice long day of flying home and of course, the jet lag. 

We would be taking with us some fond memories to cherish but also anticipatings our next adventure--a partial world cruise with a vist to Japan to see family and another cruise from Tokyo to Vancouver to avoid the really long flight home from Tokyo. 

And for those of you who have stayed with me on the journey, here's a look at the book, In An Instant, available in paperback on Amazon and soon on Kindle. I have to get home first.

Greencock, Scotland, The Port For Glasgow

 One glance out the window of our stateroom and we could see that we were all set to explore this day in Glasgow. The weather was so much better. The night had been as well and with a little more rest and adrenaline pumping to see Glasgow, we sest off after breakfast for our excursion that would take us into the city.

The bus ride was quite comfortable and I thoroughly enjoyed watching the beatiful and tranquil Scottish countryside. This was the reason I had wanted to come and it was all I had imagined.

Our excursion was really nothing more than a fifty minute bus ride to the city with the promise of four hours for us to explore on our own then the bus ride back home. It was a perfect fit for us as we like exploring on our own. 

I turned on the data roaming on my phone so that I could use the GPS My City app for our self guided walk. We have AT&T international on our phones and when we have data roaming on, we are charged $12/day to use it. We just have to remember to only use it on land. The charge is a lot higher if we use it on the cruise ship (don't ask how I know). 

First up on the list was the Glasgow Cathedral. It is a medieval church dating back to the 12th century and was probably the farthest from our drop off point so we headed there. We had some concern about being able to get in since it was Sunday and there was the possibilitly it would be closed for tourism because of services. 

About a twenty minute walk later, we saw people going in very dressed in Sunday best. There was even a group of military in dress uniform. Perhaps there was a special service. A gracious lady at the door was asking people if they were here for the service and informing the tourists that the cathedral would be closed until one for touring. 

As we passed by the door, I paused and at least got one shot of the magnificent interior and some stained glass windows. At least she didn't chase me away as I paused to take it quickly.

Glasgow has a lot of murals painted on buildings and I found the one of the man holding a little bird to be sweet. I don't know how they manage to paint those and have them be so like a small museum portrait or painting.

One of the interesting spots on our list to visit was a lighthouse. We were both puzzled over how or why a lighthouse would be in the middle of a landlocked city. It is a city landmark that once housed the offices of the Glasgow Herald newspaper and dates back to 1895.

Princes Square was another place we found quite fascinating. As we were walking to the destination which we thought was a green square in the city, we discovered this really large ornately decorated building. After taking a picture of it, I looked at my walk guide and discovered it was actually called Princes Square. The description invited us to explore inside.

The inside of Princes Square was actually an indoor mall with shops and restaurants but the architectural appointments were quite lovely. A lot of  carved wood on the spiral stairs, a big atrium with a glass ceiling, tiled floors and lots of green plants. It reminded me a little of the Cleveland Arcade, not quite as big but very impressive.

St. Enoch Square was another fascinating building actually. It dates back to 1870 and was orginally a church and has come all the way to being a coffee cafe. The area around it abounded with people shopping and out for the good weather day. The crowds had increased and so had the musicians including one who was a one man rock band with blaring speakers. No bagpipers though.

With a little over an hour left, we decided we'd better find somewhere to have lunch. Normally we would find all sorts of outdoor cafes but they seemed lacking in the area we were exploring. Not only that but most of the places we found were some type of Asian--Japanese, Thai, etc. and some we didn't recognize. Others had a menu with very unfamiliar looking dishes or way too much to eat for lunch. We finally saw what was called Stack and Still. Intriguing. We went in.

The stack was any kind of pancake you could imagine. I'm not sure if the still refered to all the toppings you could get (including chicken) but they claimed there were over 900 different ways you could have your pancakes.

I had a single stack, Bob had a double. He had chocolate chips, I had grilled peaches and we shared the maple syrup. The coffee was good, or so Bob said as I drank my tea. We were both starving for good brewed coffee. Hard to come by on the ship or on land. The plan is to bring some instant Nescafe packets the next cruise to be sure that #1 we get decaf at night and #2 that we can have "brewed" coffee instead of espresso. Americano gets very boring after a while, as does cappucino and latte, believe it or not.

Our bus met us right on time and we rode back to Greencock, early enough that we could have done a short walk there but too tired to try. Besides we had a specialty restaurant date for dinner to get ready for, Asian. Glad we passed on that at lunch.