Hornbeck Boats…The Perfect Fit

Here we are at Hornbeck Boats ("the lightest boat in the woods"), located in the small town of Olmstedville, NY. Nan is going to go through their "Perfect Fit Program" to find just the right boat for her. http://www.hornbeckboats.com/pfp.php

After chatting with Justin about her needs and expectations we head for the test pond. Justin suggests the Hornbeck Classic because its wider beam gives it added stability. He watches her paddle and gives her tips on how to exit the boat with a modicum of grace.

 Nan checks out its portability. She's already in love.

 The decision is made. Nan checks out her soon-to-be new boat.

 Then she is measured for the footrests.

 Justin shows her how to mount the boat on her new car racks.

 And how to strap it down securely.

 My boat is a New Tricks. This sign explains the difference.

Nan is showing you her empty wallet, but she's not crying. She knows she has a quality product.

 And we wasted no time taking it to nearby Lake Minerva to try it out.

 Shoving off.

 The smile says it all.

 There were loons on the lake.

Nan's Perfect Fit….sweet.

 We camped overnight in the field across from Hornbeck's. Thistle appreciated this monument which seems to have been erected in his honor.

And now we have moved on to Massachusetts, and another small pond to paddle. 

 Want to watch Nan get out of the boat without getting wet? First you get close to shore.

 Then get on your knees,

 Stand up.

 And step out!

This picture was on the office wall at Hornbeck's. He knows his customers!

Big Meadows and Horseback Riding in Shenandoah National Park.

Thistle enjoying the view from a pull-off on the Skyline Drive.

 We were on our way to Big Meadows Campground.

 After settling in, Nan and I took a drive in her car farther north on the Skyline Drive. This is a butt shot of a groundhog that crossed the road in front of us.

 We stopped at the stables at Skyland to meet the horses and reserve a trail ride for the next day.

 Then we stopped to admire the views.

Nan decided she shouldn't try to go through Mary's Rock Tunnel with her RV, so we will go around and get back on the Skyline Drive north of it when we continue on.

 Redbud trees are blooming here.

 Many deer hand out near Big Meadows. You have to watch out for them as you drive.

 Cliffs

 Our campsites at Big Meadows….pull throughs.

 A brown thrasher with his catch.

Thistle and I hiked another portion of the Appalachian Trail that goes by the campground.

 Nan and I took a short hike to Blackrock.

 Views from Blackrock.

 We had passed sign for Dean Cemetery, so we drove back to see it. In the Visitor Center we found a book about the generations of the Dean family that lived on the mountain before the National Park took over the land.

 The cemetery is still used by descendants of James Dean, and it is the responsibility of the family to maintain the graves.

 The oldest graves surround the big lilac bush.

 The family patriarch, James Dean, who first settled on the mountain.

 He and his wife Sarah raised 10 children, and as they grew up, land on the mountain was parceled out to each of the 8 boys and their families.

 The book had some interesting tales about life on the mountain, including one son who was murdered with an axe.

 This beautiful Scarlet Tanager was watching over the cemetery.

 The next day we were up at the crack of dawn to go on our horseback ride.

 This new fawn and his mom were out at that time too.

 But all I got was a butt shot.

 More early morning deer were in the meadow.

 Sunrise over the valley.

 Nan's horse, Whiskey, and Sugarfoot were being readied for the ride.

 Many hands helped Nan get a leg-up on the horse.

 Jeremy was our guide. We had a private tour for our 2 1/2 hour ride to Oak Canyon Falls.

 Sugarfoot getting his hoofs cleaned.

 And we're ready!

 I have a lot of butt shots of Nan and Whiskey. Sugarfoot knows the nose to tail routine.

 But really, Whiskey, must you stop to pee so soon?

 Crossing the Skyline Drive.

 Passing through an old apple orchard. The apple blossoms smelled heavenly.

 Crossing the Limberlost Trail…ADA accessible.

 We come to the waterfall, but cannot dismount to get a better view.

 The top of Oak Canyon Falls. Some hikers were wading in the pool at the top.

 Turning around to go back the same trail.

 Back at the apple orchard, Whiskey decided the green grass looked good and snatched the reins out of  Nan's hands to grab some.

 Jeremy came back to retrieve the reins.

 But Whiskey got his grass.

 And it was so good he did it again!

 Sugarfoot showed restraint.

 Back over the Skyline Drive.

 Ask Nan how many steps/stairs the horse registered on her Fitbit.

 Sugarfoot and Whiskey are both male (gelding) Quarter Horses.