I have a strange way of picking my travel destinations. I do it by whim, waiting to be inspired by some sign or a feeling of intuitive direction. If you are a regular follower of my blog, you might remember that I chose to go to Barcelona, Spain because I saw the city on an …
A North Country Love Affair

Author’s note: Since I wrote this piece a few years ago, I have to confess, The North Country and I now have an open relationship. I go to Florida during the winter months. But this is home, my base camp and I always return. I’m here now. Unfortunately, the weatherman is predicting ice and sleet for this weekend. Ugh!
A North Country Love Affair
Being involved with the North Country is like being in a bad love affair. The summer woos me with warm breezes off one of The Great Lakes and the river. It offers me lush greens and sunlit days. It entices me with a multitude of lavish experiences: picnics under the trees, quiet moments on the shore, spectacular thunderstorms topped off with rainbows, and romantic interludes under the stars listening to the crickets and watching fireflies. It presents me with fantastic gifts: the sweet serenade of birds, the…
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It’s All About the Math-Hiking in the Adirondacks

One day when I was 46, I decided to hike all 46 of The High Peaks of the Adirondacks. I tend to live out my life in headlines, always proclaiming a new interest with passion and bursts of wild enthusiasm. So 46 at 46! The coincidence had a certain mystical quality to it and I was convinced that it was a personal thumbs up from Mother Nature herself.
My odyssey skyward started slowly. Having been recently divorced and with my two children away at college, I suddenly had time for myself and took up walking. It was good exercise and a way to manage my weight. But most of all I loved the freedom to finally be a self-contained unit moving forward in the the direction of my choice under my own power. I found peace in the rhythm of my steps and breathes. I enjoyed the smells, the green…
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“Can You Hear My Voice this Time?”

Sometimes traveling is not about tickets and long flights. Sometimes a significant journey is unplanned and brief. On March 14, I came out of an adult education class at Flagler College in St. Augustine, Florida and saw a large circle of college students under the campus gazebo. Because I didn’t want to intrude, I stood and watched from about fifty feet away. I listened to the speakers talk about the loss of seventeen lives in Parkland, Florida and the need for people to reach out to each other with kindness. I moved into the circle and was handed a candle. As a flame went from one person to another, a young stranger shared the energy of the light with me. The group walked silently around the perimeter of the college, coming back full circle to the gazebo. A group of students sang a song with the line “Can you hear…
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A Baby Boomer Crossing Over into A Millennial, iGen World and Loving It
I'm a Baby Boomer (a person born between 1946-1964). I'm also a grandmother and after I visited my grandkids, I went shopping because that is what Boomers do. I live in a rural area so I decided to immerse myself in the big city life of Syracuse, NY. I went to Barnes and Noble …
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70/7000 September 11, 2001
It was a week and a half after I returned from my 70/7000 trip and I will always remember how sunny that morning was. I walked into the office of my elementary school and saw my colleagues silently huddled around a TV. The images of the burning World Trade Towers were surreal but our feelings …
70/7000 Back Home, Reading My Journal
Labor Day Weekend 2001 Strange to be home. The rooms are spread out with many steps between things but I will get used to it again. I called my son and daughter, relatives, and friends. Unpacked, did some laundry, picked up my mail and went through it. Then I went off to school to set …
70/7000 Putting on Some Miles and My Last Night
Days 63-68 August 27-September 1, 2001 Wisconsin, Minnesota, Michigan, Ontario. Putting on the miles to get home before school started, I didn't set up camp each night but slept in the van. I used a chair by a campfire in the evenings and made coffee each morning on my vintage Bernzomatic stove. Down to the …
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70/7000 Reflections in My Cabana
Days 61 and 62 August 25&26, 2001 Put on some miles today, stopped at a campground, and put up my "cabana" (an open sided tent). I love my cabana. In storms I cover it with a very large sheet of blue plastic and it becomes a waterproof shelter, dark and cozy like a cave. I lit …