The trip from Selkirk to Brockport (apart from the Erie Canal) was the least remarkable of all the legs of the trip. The route follows roads where the cars seem to be driving too fast with too little shoulder.
I had originally planned to stay in Rochester but the accommodation with warmshowers fell through and I was left to fend for myself. When I arrived there was nowhere I felt comfortable staying. As a result I continued cycling.
Just west of Greece I linked up with the Erie Canal. The Erie Canal is a gem in an otherwise dreary place. As nice as the canal was I was becoming anxious about accommodation as I cycled passed town after town without finding a place to stay. There was a beautiful picturesque bed and breakfast right beside the canal but no one answered the bell or the phone.
I felt uneasy doing guerrilla camping beside the canal so eventually I gave in staying at a hotel in Brockport.
