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The Scenic Route by John Michael Flores ....Con't..... At East Branch, I detour North onto Route 30 and towards Pepacton Reservoir. Even on AAA maps that show precious little detail, Route 30 looks intriguing. Starting at Route 17, it follows the sinuous shoreline of the reservoir, then shoots northward, eventually becoming the spinal column of Adirondack State Park�s network of roads. The road starts slow and easy with a series of bends following the East Branch of the Delaware River, and I slowly build confidence and speed. The ride intensifies as I find a quickened pace that matches the rhythm of the road, late apexing the broad turns, accelerating confidently towards the next bend. Things are happening too quickly to really see the reservoir through the trees. I catch glimpses of it, somewhere on my left, when all of a sudden - BAM! - I�m struck with a vista worth slowing down for, and cross the reservoir on a thin sliver of a bridge. Stay on this road and your heading towards the Adirondacks. That will have to wait another day, however, so I turn around and resume my journey Southward along small roads leading me to Roscoe and back to Route 17. 17 South brings me quickly to Liberty, where I exit in search of more blacktop bliss. Inadequate road signage frustrates me as I look in vain for 55 South, but I eventually find it and am rewarded with another lightly-travelled road with high-speed sweepers and decent site lines, allowing me to make good progress and enjoy doing so. Right when I think to myself, �Now might be a good time to eat lunch...� I find myself at Buster�s on White Lake, where 55 joins 17B for a blink of an eye, before turning South again towards the Delaware River. Buster�s has a lazy Summer Sunday atmosphere, relaxing on the deck, eating some really good ribs, watching people and bikes and cars and boats and life drift by. Duly sated, I resume my trip along 55 South towards Barryville and the Delaware River. Post-rib 55 is as good as pre-rib 55, the bike ignoring any added mass I may have accumulated at lunch. At Barryville, I turn left onto 97 South, which traces an inebriated beeline towards Port Jervis. There is more traffic here than I've seen all day, but it isn't all that much, and I'm more than happy to relax, watch the people enjoying a day on the river, and take in the scenery as the road jitterbugs towards Hawk's Nest and Port Jervis. All that's left between me and home now is the curvy climb to High Point, the descent down the other side, and the turn onto 519 South. These are familiar NJ country roads, which, after a long day, feel like old friends. I bring the pace down a couple of notches and cruise home. My GPS tells me that this trip took me 7 hours instead of the customary 3.5. It also tells me that it 70 miles longer than the normal route. In my uptight youth, I might have considered this an inefficient, wasted day. But now I know better, and can�t wait for another one just like it. Back to top Return to first part of Scenice Route: The Scenic Route About John Mike One can not ask for a better son, brother, nephew , uncle or friend.He has a heart of gold, wise beyond his years,he knows how to listen, never judgmental, I can go on and on. Mike is very creative, he loves to travel on his motorcycle,evident by this article,he's taken up writing, he's also very dedicated to his career. He finds the balance between his busy career, time with his family and friends, and time for himself on his bike and pursue his dreams. Thank you , dear nephew for helping me with my site, Golden Cup Cafe. Pages Article Archive 
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