23 September 2015: SUMMER’S HARVEST

It’s Frisbee Wednesday again. Late September. And today is the Autumnal Equinox, when the length of the day and night is the same. At least it is almost the same. Actually, it is never exactly the same, but today it is as close as it will get this season. From this day on and for three lovely months, it’s Fall.

So what did we do on our summer vacation?


First, we went to Cooperstown, home of the Baseball Hall of Fame and the birthplace of America’s first best-selling author, James Fenimore Cooper.

The museum wasn’t quite the heartwarming experience we expected. This was my third visit and Garry’s second, so we thought we knew what to expect. We wuz wrong.


Someone decided the museum needed to be redesigned. A fine example of fixing something that wasn’t broke. Garry will have more to say on the subject, so I will merely say that I liked it a lot better before.


Of course, Cooperstown isn’t just about baseball. It’s about souvenir shops and tee shirts. Old baseball cards and signed bats. It has become (it was not always) a classic tourist town. It could be Edgartown, Carmel, or Gettysburg (minus the graveyards and zombies). It’s a certain “look” one gets to recognize.

72-Garry-Baseball-HOF-new_074If you have seen one tourist mecca, you will always recognize one. Not a bad thing. Such towns are always quaint, neat, clean, and customer service oriented. No surprises — good or bad — lurk in a tourist town.

Outside of town, it’s all about farms. Fields of hay, barley, and oats. Cows. Harvest time in the rolling foothills of the Adirondacks. We took pictures. You knew that, right?


We found a beaver dam, complete with ducks. And the occasional beaver.


Logic said we should go from Cooperstown to Peacham, Vermont … the next stop on our journey. Except it’s the punchline to a joke. You know, the one where you ask the old farmer how to get somewhere in New England. He stops, thinks a long time, then says: “You can’t get theah from heah.”


The roads in the north land … New England, upstate New York … all points north of Massachusetts? The major roads — anything that isn’t just two lanes, one in each direction — travel north-south. Local roads go every which way. Which means if you want to travel more or less northeast, it’s not such a long drive in miles, but it’s at least seven to eight hours driving on local roads.

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We did that last October when we drove 10 hours from Jackman to Peacham. It was gorgeous. The mountains, the glowing trees. Endless twisting roads. Very slow drivers. Old pickup trucks. Weaving cars. Maddening.

The idea of repeating this was enough to make poor Garry froth at the mouth. It was as quick to go home for the night, then drive to Vermont the following morning.

So, that’s what we did. Went home. Then drove to Vermont, which was every bit as beautiful this year as last.


The first day, they came and harvested the corn.


From first light to late shadows, it was surpassingly lovely. There may be other places on earth as beautiful, but none more so.


Long shadows as the evening draws on.


And then, suddenly, too soon … it was time to go home. Reality. Ouch. Don’t you hate when that happens?


We got back from Vermont and Cooperstown the day before yesterday. The leaves look just like they did when we left, as if everything just stopped and waited for us.

Should you decide to accept “the challenge,” you may use any picture — and this week, you have some great choices — or use one of your own pictures. Write something about the picture or make something up using a picture as your jumping off point.

I maintain this is the easiest prompt in the world.

Happy Autumn to you all!


Hi everyone!!


I’ve scheduled some stuff to post during the weeks we are on the road. I will check-in when time allows.

I have stopped email notification for blogs because I need a real break and as long as I get notifications, I’m like a moth to the flame. In any case, sometimes I have to write. Can’t help myself.

I’ll be back. I’ll post pictures when I can, probably write a little sometimes. I won’t forget you. That’s a promise.

I turned off the comments for this post, but they are on for all others.


Two summer ago, we drove into Gettysburg on a return trip from Williamsburg. It was late afternoon, so we asked Richard, our faithful GPS, to take us to the nearest motel. We followed his directions since we were in a town we’d never visited. Finally, Richard announced “You have reached your destination!”

old cemetary in uxbridge

Indeed we had, though not the one we had it mind for that night’s repose. As far as the eye could see, Richard had brought us to what must have been Gettysburg’s largest non-war related cemetery. It seemed to stretch for miles. Who knew our GPS had a sense of humor? We didn’t stop laughing until we finally found the motel.


I’m a great traveler. I don’t like airports and hauling luggage, but I love everything else. It’s like a book I’ve just begun to read. Anything can happen and the surprises are what makes it fun.


I habitually engage strangers in conversation. So does Garry. He does it because 40 years working as a reporter makes it natural for him to talk to people he’s just met. Me, because strangers are only strangers until you get to know them. After that, they may be odd, but they aren’t strangers.

I will talk to strangers on a grocery line, on the ferry, or in a waiting lounge. Not so much on a train or plane, though. Too much noise to make conversation comfortable.


Otherwise, I love meeting people — weird and otherwise. If you ask the right questions, they will tell you about their town, their family, their jobs. How they feel about the government, music, art and if you are lucky, will offer you useful information about great places to eat and visit.

Afternoon walk - Tombstone

I love learning about local sights, customs, legends. I don’t care if no one speaks real English. As long as they don’t point a gun at me or physically assault me, I’m up for any kind of conversation. Especially if it might lead me to a good photograph.

Gettysburg Lane

You never learn anything about a new place if you only talk to the companions you’ve brought with you. If you don’t want to meet new people, to have encounters with those who are different from you, why travel?


We’re off on vacation today. We’ll be gone for a few days to visit friends. Where I’m pretty sure we will talk, laugh, eat, talk, laugh … and maybe fit in just a little bit of sleep here and there.

I may even take some pictures!

We have a lot of overdue vacation time coming up. We intend to fully embrace the “let it all hang out” concept. I can’t think of anything I would rather do. Or anything more likely to improve my state of mind.


If you don’t hear from me, you may assume I am consumed with having a good time.

Wish you were there! Someday, we need to have a giant party. Maybe on a little-known south sea island in the middle of the Pacific.

That would be after one of us hits the Nigerian Prince Lottery and becomes wealthy enough to fly everyone to the isle of joy. There we will swim, sun and relax under palm trees … hanging loose while eating, drinking, and making Merry, whoever she may be.

See you all later!


Garry and I missed our summer vacation because he got bit by the spider who wasn’t there. He didn’t even get any special spidey powers, which has been a terrible disappointment.

At this point, it has been a year since we got away for more than a few hours. Time off is overdue.

 Sun room curley house

We are going away for a few days starting tomorrow. We’ll be back, but Garry is away the next week and both of us are gone for most of September. I’ll check in when I feel inspired, but otherwise, it is a vacation.

We will be away the rest of this week, then back, then away again for most of September during which I am not going to post much.

dining room light

I really need a break. I love you all. I need to feel it’s okay for me to have a life that isn’t on the Internet, even if all it amounts to is visiting an occasional friend, being away from home, not locked to a computer all the time. That the world will go on without me.


If something were wrong, I’d tell you. I have every intention of coming back, hopefully better than ever.

This is not a crisis. I don’t have a hidden agenda. I’m not sick, running away, leaving without a word, or anything like it. If I don’t answer your comments or do so briefly, it’s should be okay, because I’ve been hyper-diligent over the years.

I’ve been posting multiple times daily for more than three years. Everyone else takes vacations. Except me. I’ve posted through my vacations and the only time I’ve been offline is when I was too sick to do it.

I’ve earned a breather, some time to recharge. I will post when I can, when I have something special (probably pictures), but I want to go away without feeling I have to stop everything and sit in a motel room to write and process pictures.

Time to have some fun, laugh with friends, spend some time away from here with my husband and a camera.

Driveway in the front

Be happy. Be free. In the immortal words of General Douglas MacArthur, “I will return.”



Would you rather take pictures or be in pictures?

I bet you can guess the answer to that.

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Where do you like to vacation?

If only someone would invent the transporter. Because I would love to be in Paris.

I love being places, but I hate having to drive there or worse, fly. There’s hardly any place I would not want to vacation … well okay, probably not the Bronx or downtown Detroit, but most places have something worth seeing.

Trail by the cabin on a misty morning

Really, we stay close to home (mostly) because airplanes are no fun and long drives are exhausting.

If I could get there without stress, I’d be in Paris, India, San Francisco, Arizona, any one of many national parks. New Orleans. New York. London.


The Himalayas. Rocky Mountains, Great Smoky or Appalachia. Nashville. Vermont. Maine. Cape Cod. Coney Island or anywhere there’s a great roller coaster.

Or at home, on our love seat, with each other and the dogs.

If you had to describe your day as a traffic sign, what would it be?

slow children at play

List at least five favorite first names.

“I’m sorry, have we met before?”

“And you are …?”

“Come again?”

“Do I know you?”

“Um, could you spell that? Oh. S-U-S-A-N.”


Jackman Maine 2010



It was nearly the end of May. Jackman, Maine, and the moose were everywhere. We were sharing one of the big cabins. Three bedrooms, lots of bathrooms. Huge kitchen and dining area, suitable for a crowd.

Fireplace, porch. We went moose hunting with our cameras every night for a week. It was our first trip to Jackman, and as it turned out — as a group — it would also be the only one.

Lots of laughter shared, quiet nights in that nearly wild place. Kaity was taking the picture. Left to right, it is Garry, me, Ron, Cherrie, and Sandy. I can truly say “a good time was had by all.” How often can you really say that?