Pretty hard to beat biking around NYS in the summer. When it's hot, I head up into the Adirondacks and Tug Hill Plateau. Cooler temps, down towards Norwich, Hamilton, etc. One of these days I'm going to make a photo essay of all the historical markers there are along my favorite routes. One farm has a sign on the barn that says "A family farm since 1796." Pretty cool--they're still hanging in there, barely.

I'm starting to grow fonder of climbing. No choice, really. One nice thing about the hills is that they shield you from the wind. Typically, it's from the west. I try to start my rides heading into the prevailing wind and uphill, hopefully finishing my loops going downhill with a tailwind. Then I feel like a cycling god.