I always forget how many food choices there are at farmers markets. The Ithaca Market is no exception and I was sorry I wasn’t hungrier. We skipped Thai and BBQ and crepes and wraps and lots more. I sampled rhubarb wine (ol so sweet) and garlic/scape pesto plus shared a cider donut with Kent. We continued our practice of sampling cinnamon rolls whenever presented the option. We rated this one fair…a bit dry. Tomatoes looked wonderful so we had to have more as well sweet corn and local greens. We will be eating well the next couple days. Home we go to store our goodies.

Enfield Creek at our park was the site of a grist mill in the early 1800s. They have preserved the main building and much of the equipment. The water wheel is gone but all the drive mechanisms are still in place. Since it no longer operates, we got close enough to see how some of the great mechanisms worked. I learned a few new things.

A local drumming group put on a concert by the falls. I checked it out for a bit but the roar of the water mostly drowned out their sound. It added a bit of culture to close out the day.