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Greetings from Ithaca

We started Friday at R.I.T., which really needs to rethink its campus tours. They begin in Brick City, the academic campus built in the 1960s when the school moved out of downtown Rochester, so it's a lot of industrial-looking buildings with impressive facilities and little warmth, but then they head to the eco-friendly new courtyard, student union, residential halls, athletic facilities, fantastic freshman dining hall where we had lunch (huge salad bar, waffle buffet, two ice cream buffets, and about ten food stations with varied daily entries -- I got spicy tofu, Mongolian rice, some salad, a couple of cheese fries and I don't remember what else). Again we saw a family from our area we've known for years! Adam ended up liking the school a lot. Here are some pics, including the tiger mascot and a painting of the Enterprise on a wall in the tunnel that links the dorms:


In the late afternoon we made several awesome stops: first the Women's Rights National Historical Park at Seneca Falls, site of the influential convention at which Elizabeth Cady Stanton presented the Declaration of Sentiments (Frederick Douglass was in attendance at the invitation of Elizabeth McClintock); then the shore of Cayuga Lake, the longest of the Finger Lakes; and finally Taughannock Falls State Park, where we stopped first at the high overlook, then at the trail to the base of the falls which winds through the woods for about 3/4 of a mile (we got rained on but the view was well worth it, photos to come). We are staying in a motel in Ithaca and ate Indian food in our hotel room while watching Michigan upset Kansas in overtime, since we can't get the WB to watch Nikita here. Tomorrow night we'll be home and hopefully can find it On Demand.

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