With the exception of Albany and one or two other cities the hotels are old, dingy, and dirty.

Here and there, as in Geneva, a new hotel is found, but to most of the cities the hotels are a disgrace.
The automobile, however, accustoms one to discomforts, and one gets so tired and hungry at night that the shortcomings of the village hotel are overlooked, or not fully realized until seen the next morning by the frank light of day.
Fonda is the occasion of these remarks upon New York hotels.
It was cloudy and threatening when we left Fonda at half-past seven the next morning, and by ten the rain began to fall so heavily and steadily that the roads, none too dry before, were soon afloat.
It was slow going.

At St.Johnsville we stopped to buy heavier rubber coats.

It did not seem possible we would get through the day without coming to a stop, but, strange to relate, the machine kept on doggedly all day, on the slow gear nearly every mile, without a break of any kind.
It was bad enough from St.Johnsville to Herkimer, but the worst was then to come.
When we came east from Utica to Herkimer, we followed the road on the north side of the valley, and recalled it as hilly but very dry and good.

The Endurance Contest was out of Herkimer, through Frankfort and along the canal on the south side of the valley.