Peru Street took me north from Route 11B to Route 11, a distance of about 4 miles. I was nearing the end of the road and still enjoying every scenic moment of it. I passed this creek, swollen from the melting snow:
This farm house had several huge old trees out front but I never noticed what kind they were. Now, looking at their trunks, I'm guessing they were Cottonwoods:
This home had an enclosed porch and a ramp:
A front entrance with a nice deck and lots of stairs:
This mobile home had a long ramp and was chartreuse, the color my mother painted our kitchen way back when. I still remember it:
A small white mobile home, a red mini-barn and lots of ice:
The sign said "Willis H Thomas" and apparently was once an auto repair shop. Or maybe it still was, though I didn't see any activity:
Lots of windows, used to enclose their porch:
A friendly, well cared for horse with a blanket to keep him warm:
The last home, at the northern end of Peru Street, was this mobile/modular (I often can't tell which is which):
But as I pulled out onto Route 11, I encountered this fun and colorful display, at the headquarters of Adirondack Storage Barns of Lawrence, New York. Lots of storage sheds, Adirondack chairs, gazebos and even a wooden train for the kids to play in:
This company surely catered to children, as evidenced by their other offerings of pirate ships and castles, built just for young minds and bodies. Peru Street had turned out to be one of my favorite driving tours yet, a road of friendly, rural beauty:
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