Nicole thought she could make it to the end of the Finger Lakes Beer Trail, but she never made it out of Penn Yan. Just another in the thousands of cases where a long-thought-dead, mid-19th century illness claims the life of a craft beer enthusiast.
“We assumed we would encounter hardships along the way.” said Nicole’s traveling companion, Steve. “Snow, pot holes, the occasional Amish buggy slowing down traffic, but dysentery? We did not see that one coming.”
Steve himself suffered snakebite while “breaking the seal” in Burdett, a town known for “Don’t Tread on Me” serpent flags, but not actual serpents.
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