I couldn’t remember when the sun last put in an appearance. Cold, damp, abysmal weather had persisted for days on end, long faces filling in the chinks between despondency and depression. Like a tired old horse, the sky had decided one day to lie down right on top of us. There it would remain, indifferent to our needs, visibility not much farther than a spunky child might fling a peach pit. And everyone knows there’s nothing you can do about the weather. So, that’s what we did. Nothing. That is until breakfast one Saturday morning provided the impetus for change. “Let’s go find the sun,” I suggested to the girl to whom I had only recently been introduced.

Unless booking a flight to Jamaica or some such place, my proposal to “find the sun” was admittedly irrational. And, yes, we may have been the only two people in the restaurant — in all Ontario County, for that matter — to act on such an impulse. Nonetheless, with our meal concluded, off we went, Harriet Hollister Spencer State Park, in Canadice, our best bet. Roughly........

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