Gulick Road
Today (Friday, January 5, 2007) was my reconnoiter of Gulick Road (actually Cumming Nature Center, which is on Gulick Road)
Gulick Road is far out in the sticks, up in the Bristol Hills; reportedly the longest town-road in the United States — actually it goes through three towns.
It’s between two main roads: State Route 64, and Hunt Hollow Road.
The reason for this foray was to visit the all-powerful Tim Belknap, City-Editor of the mighty Mezz, and fellow car-guy. He’s almost retirement-age.
Belknap is about the only one that responds to all my e-mails to the vaunted ne’er-do-wells. He therefore knows all about the almighty Bluster-King.
Apparently Belknap was bequeathed a HUGE-AHHH 1995 F250 Ford pickup by his brother, who recently died; and thinks the world of it. (1995 isn’t the new pickup; it’s this.)
Belknap has a fairly large rural spread, and is cutting his own firewood. He also has an ancient Dodge Dakota pickup, which is on the road, but I guess the F250 isn’t — although it could be.
It still has the Vermont plates, and a gas-appetite that would bankrupt Tim.
Belknap’s spread is so far out, he probably has a well. And his gas is probably bottled propane.
He warned me of deerys, and cougars; and has sighted a bear. No deerys, no cougars, no color-blind old coots, as his wife calls him.
I found the dreaded F250, big as an aircraft-carrier, parked in a dark umbrella of Norwegian spruce — looking rather plain. No raised suspension; no light-bar; no gimcracks. He claims it’s blue; but his wife insists it’s dark green — looks green to me. (I guess I’m not colorblind yet — although I think his wife is just making a potshot.)
Finding Gulick Road “from northern climes” was nearly impossible. I must have put a “hundered” miles on the bucktooth-bathtub.
I had a map which didn’t have Gulick Road on it — or not so labeled. It had a road that I thought was Gulick Road, but it wasn’t. (It was County Road 33.)
I had to drive all the way to Naples (this is Google-maps), where I knew I had passed a Gulick-Road intersection on Hunt Hollow Road in the past. But that’s the south end of Gulick Road: “southern climes.”
I had driven there from the vaunted Canandaigua Weggers, so went down State Route 64 past Bristol Mountain Ski Center, onto County Road 34 which becomes County Road 33. (33 continues on south to Naples.)
Gulick Road angles north off of Hunt Hollow Road, and continues north a long way to Pinewood Hill Road — which I wasn’t aware of. Pinewood Hill Road begins as County Road 33 off of East Lake Road south of Honeoye.
I passed “Pinewood Hill Road” a few times, but didn’t know Gulick Road came off of it. I guess it starts at a kink.
I managed to find Belknap’s spread — the house-number is on the mailbox. I could verify the location by the F250 with its Vermont plates.
Getting there from West Bloomfield is about 30-40 minutes.
There’s no way I could have found it without a prior reconnoiter.
Gulick Road is far out in the sticks, up in the Bristol Hills; reportedly the longest town-road in the United States — actually it goes through three towns.
It’s between two main roads: State Route 64, and Hunt Hollow Road.
The reason for this foray was to visit the all-powerful Tim Belknap, City-Editor of the mighty Mezz, and fellow car-guy. He’s almost retirement-age.
Belknap is about the only one that responds to all my e-mails to the vaunted ne’er-do-wells. He therefore knows all about the almighty Bluster-King.
Apparently Belknap was bequeathed a HUGE-AHHH 1995 F250 Ford pickup by his brother, who recently died; and thinks the world of it. (1995 isn’t the new pickup; it’s this.)
Belknap has a fairly large rural spread, and is cutting his own firewood. He also has an ancient Dodge Dakota pickup, which is on the road, but I guess the F250 isn’t — although it could be.
It still has the Vermont plates, and a gas-appetite that would bankrupt Tim.
Belknap’s spread is so far out, he probably has a well. And his gas is probably bottled propane.
He warned me of deerys, and cougars; and has sighted a bear. No deerys, no cougars, no color-blind old coots, as his wife calls him.
I found the dreaded F250, big as an aircraft-carrier, parked in a dark umbrella of Norwegian spruce — looking rather plain. No raised suspension; no light-bar; no gimcracks. He claims it’s blue; but his wife insists it’s dark green — looks green to me. (I guess I’m not colorblind yet — although I think his wife is just making a potshot.)
Finding Gulick Road “from northern climes” was nearly impossible. I must have put a “hundered” miles on the bucktooth-bathtub.
I had a map which didn’t have Gulick Road on it — or not so labeled. It had a road that I thought was Gulick Road, but it wasn’t. (It was County Road 33.)
I had to drive all the way to Naples (this is Google-maps), where I knew I had passed a Gulick-Road intersection on Hunt Hollow Road in the past. But that’s the south end of Gulick Road: “southern climes.”
I had driven there from the vaunted Canandaigua Weggers, so went down State Route 64 past Bristol Mountain Ski Center, onto County Road 34 which becomes County Road 33. (33 continues on south to Naples.)
Gulick Road angles north off of Hunt Hollow Road, and continues north a long way to Pinewood Hill Road — which I wasn’t aware of. Pinewood Hill Road begins as County Road 33 off of East Lake Road south of Honeoye.
I passed “Pinewood Hill Road” a few times, but didn’t know Gulick Road came off of it. I guess it starts at a kink.
I managed to find Belknap’s spread — the house-number is on the mailbox. I could verify the location by the F250 with its Vermont plates.
Getting there from West Bloomfield is about 30-40 minutes.
There’s no way I could have found it without a prior reconnoiter.
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