The Glass

Now, when the image of the day is a photo of a beer glass, you just know there has to be a story behind it. And there is.

It begins in the Erie Canal town of Clyde as we continue our bicycle trek across New York. After our first 14 mile segment, it was 1 pm and we were looking for lunch. In our quest for food, we had to wait for a pizza, and there was this littleplace across the street called the Little Barrel. And it served beer; one of our weaknesses.

Well, Kate fell in love with the charm of the small town bar - and the $2.25 price tag for a pint of draft beer. Oh, yea, AND she really liked the the logo on the glass. She offfered to buy one, but the owner would have none of that and just generously gave it to her.

It is now her most prized trophy of this entire trip. It is now apparently incidental to her that we also passed today through the towns of Newark, Lyons, and Savannah, but they don't count as much as her fond memory of her new favorite bar, the Little Barrel in Clyde, NY.