Our only full month of summer.  Our only full month of ridiculous adventures, which this month included hiking, biking, hockey, a play, and klezmer music.

I found out that biking to my church was actually not too far, and proceeded to bike to church on and off for the rest of the summer.  It was nice to use my bike for transportation instead of just recreation.  Not having a car easily available for the summer meant my roommate and I did a lot of biking, as well as bus riding and walking.  Our latest record is just over 13 miles, which we hiked near the end of the month on the Cayuga Trail.  I take responsibility for coming up with the idea, but my roommate agreed to it.

We set out early on a Saturday morning because we weren’t sure how long it would take us to hike the 8.5 mile trail and get back to our apartment.  The first part of the trail winds through campus and the Plantations before continuing on its journey up Fall Creek.  We picked a horribly humid, hot, and mosquito-ridden day to hike, and I had a wonderful time.  If you’re looking for scenic vistas and thundering waterfalls, you’re not going to get them on the Cayuga Trail.  If you’re interested in a nice walk through forests next to a creek in the Finger Lakes region, hike the Cayuga Trail.

Bluffs along the Cayuga Trail

Bluffs along the Cayuga Trail

We had been at the Plantations (the Arboretum) earlier in the summer for Shakespeare – A Midsummer Night’s Dream, put on by the Ithaca Shakespeare Company.  Student tickets on a Thursday night were only five dollars.  (If I remember correctly, the only two activities my roommate and I paid for all summer, excepting a couple meals out, were the Museum of the Earth and A Midsummer Night’s Dream.)  I’ve read A Midsummer Night’s Dream before so I could follow the play.  It was fun and entertaining, and the only complaint I have is against the sound.  Having experience working sound as well as having spent over a decade in band, I can probably hear funny noises in the system and out of tune notes better than the average person, but this wasn’t even a fine tuning problem.  The system was just flat out not picking up the actors’ voices very well.  Not a deal breaker, but it was definitely distracting to the performance.

One of our other performances of the month was a (free) concert by the Klez Project at the Schwartz Center.  My roommate, friend, and I were in the, shall we say, younger portion of the audience.  I happen to enjoy klezmer music, but I can also sit through hour-long classical epics and country music, so judge my musical taste as you see fit.

Finally, hockey in summer?  Indeed.  For one weekend only, the pep band appeared at summer hockey games – an alumni game and a charity game.  It was disconcerting to leave Lynah in shorts when it was still bright, but we coped.  Because hockey.


When I last left off, it was spring and I was taking too many classes, but at least it was moderately warm and sunny.  Now it’s cold, wet, grey, and miserable.  Back in June, I spent the first portion of the month at home before returning to Ithaca for research and unassociated shenanigans.  At home, I managed to go kayaking four times in the span of eight days, twice on lakes and twice on the river.  I’m not a huge watersports person, but I liked my sailing class well enough, and I enjoy kayaking.

When I returned to Ithaca and moved into my apartment, I discovered that my roommates had already achieved the accomplishment of watching the entire first two seasons of The Walking Dead.  However, when we weren’t watching zombies being shot and hacked at, we did all the things there are to do in Ithaca in the summer.  Which was more than watch The Walking Dead.  Which we may also have watched the next two seasons of.

We hiked at Buttermilk Falls, Taughannock Falls, and Lick Brook Falls.  We visited the Museum of the Earth, went to a free concert on the arts quad, and climbed up the 161 steps to the top of the clock tower.  And we went to work during the week and returned to the apartment at night to make dinner and watch The Walking Dead.

Buttermilk Falls

Buttermilk Falls

At this point of my career at Cornell, I’ve hiked pretty much everything there is to hike in Ithaca.  Over the summer, though, I made my first visit to Lick Brook Falls.  It was quite an experience, and not just because it was a first time visit (Buttermilk and Taughannock were both repeat hikes).  My roommate and I, among other things, ran across a road, bushwhacked down a very steep slope, leapt across a stream, saw a snake, and missed our bus, resulting in us walking four miles to Wegmans.  If you’ve ever heard of the types of fun, I thought it was type I fun except for having to walk next to cars on the highway.  And even that didn’t exactly suck.  It just wasn’t very fun.

Lick Brook Falls

Lick Brook Falls

We actually ended up at Lick Brook because it had rained the day before, when we had spent a few hours at the Museum of the Earth.  It’s a nice place, well organized, and small enough so that you can see everything, but large enough that you’re not reading when each piece of rock was transported to feel like you’re getting your money’s worth.  The Museum of the Earth has fossils arranged in chronological order.  There are trilobites.  Lots of trilobites.  The museum wasn’t something we had to see in the summer, but it was a good way to spend a rainy Saturday, plus all the rain was what brought us to Lick Brook the next day – it’s best viewed after rainfall.

Museum of the Earth

Museum of the Earth

If a museum isn’t a typical summer activity (at least not when the weather’s nice), the concert on the arts quad was quintessential summer in Ithaca.  While the band played folk bluegrass or something like that, families sat on lush green grass on lawn chairs as the sun set in the distance, and my roommate and I played Frisbee until it got too dark to see.  We saw a lot of sunsets over the summer, the sky flaming orange and pink before fading to black.  We did not, however, see those sunsets either time we visited the clock tower for chimes concerts.  But still, the view’s okay.

View from the top of the clock tower

View from the top of the clock tower

And that was just the start of summer.  The adventures would continue until the start of the new semester, at which point I would trade one kind of craziness for another.  But back in June, things were pretty good, and we still had two months before fall semester.

161 Things Every Cornellian Should Do, #31

31. Spend a summer at Cornell and enjoy Ithaca’s few months of warm weather.

I spent upwards of thirty-five hours a week in Olin for the entire summer, but when I wasn’t working in a windowless basement room, I had the weekends and evenings free to explore Ithaca.  Here’s the summer in pictures and commentary:

On average, I had one peanut butter and jam sandwich a day.  Over the course of the summer, I consumed four and a half pounds of peanut butter, between three and four dozen eggs, three pounds of cheese, and five and a half gallons of milk, among other things.

There was construction everywhere all summer, including a project right in front of Olin Hall that I had to navigate every day to get to work.

I’m on a quest to see how many things I can bake in a muffin tin.  So far I’ve done apple pies (shown above), bread pudding, eggs, brownies, and chocolate cupcakes.  I cooked for myself made sandwiches all summer so I tried out a bread pudding recipe with the end slices.  I also successfully cooked chicken and managed to make dinner every night using only a single pot and frying pan.

I went hiking a couple times when I could find someone to drive me.

There was reading for fun.  [Books shown: Our Town, Thornton Wilder; Lucky Jim, Kingsley Amis; 2061: Odyssey Three, Arthur C. Clarke; Animal Farm, George Orwell.]

And trips to the farmer’s market.

Peach picking.  I haven’t been apple picking in years, and this was my first time picking peaches.

And finally, expeditions to the Plantations.  Besides the pouring rain that deluged us every time we tried to leave Olin, summer was great.  There were no problem sets, which meant that after leaving Olin for the day, I had nothing to do.  Ironically enough, even after being outside for decent portions of the summer, the closest I got to being sunburned was during a field hockey game after classes started.  The sun was out for once and the band was in prime roasting position on the metal bleachers . . .