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Rivers and circles…

A favorite author of mine is William Least Heat Moon, and my favorite book of his is Blue Highways.  What struck me when reading this book was his descriptions of the land and scenery as he drove the blue highways on the map, purposely avoiding the major roadways to better appreciate the country and the people who populate it.  He was describing what he saw in his travels, but his descriptions showed me a connection to nature and the land that was so different from my experience.  Was it his Indian heritage that connected him in that special way?  I thought so.

I’m currently reading his River Horse, and have been for months.  It’s in Kindle so I can resurrect it whenever I feel like it, and I’ve forgotten about it for weeks on end.  In it he is attempting to cross the country by river, which, it turns out, is a much more complicated undertaking than I ever would have imagined.  But just now I came across a passage that really spoke to me.  He was quoting the famous Lakota holy man who says in Black Elk Speaks:

Everything an Indian does is in a circle, and that is because the Power of the World always works in circles, and everything tries to be round.  In the old days when we were a strong and happy people, all our power came to us from the sacred hoop of the nation, and so long as the hoop was unbroken, the people flourished.  The flowering tree was the living center of the hoop, and the circle of the four quarters nourished it.  The east gave us peace and light, the south gave warmth, the west gave rain, and north with its cold and mighty wind gave strength and endurance.

I’m certainly not an Indian, and not a deep thinker, but those words struck me because I saw my own journey into the past as a completion of a circle.  And I don’t think that having made the connections that I made on my trip has closed that circle in any way.  The heart-warming whole that it created is still with me…

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Anclote River Park…

I checked out the eagle nest today, but didn’t see any eagles.  And the osprey nest was empty too.  But I knew I could count on the pelicans to be hanging around the park where the fishermen return with their catch.  Just in case they get a tidbit.  This park is now on the way to my son’s house since he moved back to Florida a few months ago.  Actually he moved back and I left for my summer adventure a week later.  Timing is everything they say.  I went in search of family and now there is more family back here at home also.  The temperature was 96 degrees, but in the shade with the breeze it was lovely out.

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The ups and downs of this trip…

At one point I was thinking of writing a post and saying that I need to be more level-headed.  I meant that literally, because despite my best efforts at leveling the camper I always feel like I’m walking up and down hill once I’m in it.  But now I find myself  here in PA where nothing at all is level, so it’s a moot point.  This is what I’m talking about…9-24levelheaded

I stood in someone’s driveway to take this picture.  This is the road to my daughter’s house.  You come up the hill and make that hairpin turn, and continue up the hill to the top and make a sharp left into her driveway, which goes straight downhill again.  I’m not sure the van could pull the camper up that hill, and since there isn’t a level spot on her property to park it I didn’t have to even think about trying.  And going down that hill isn’t a picnic either.  I can’t believe that these are the roads that my grandchildren learned to drive on.  The first time I went to FL I didn’t like it because I thought it was too flat.  Flatness has it’s advantages it seems.

But this is the reality of life, in this part of PA anyhow.  I went in search of a covered bridge today and was negotiating hills and turns like this one, except they were skinny two-lane roads where you found yourself encountering oncoming trucks as you crested a hill or came around a turn.  And when I found the bridge, which was in the middle of the woods, there were signs declaring no parking, no stopping, and that it was a tow-away zone.  Really?  There was a place to pull off, but no ability to get a better perspective for photos at all.  I turned tail and went back to my daughter’s house after that.  Thanking my lucky stars all the way that I wasn’t towing anything.9-24coveredbridgeThat is how it works a lot of the time isn’t it?  You’ve avoided disaster, or just inconvenience, but by the skin of your teeth.  No brains or talent on your part, just dumb luck.  Or maybe someone is looking out for you.  I suspect it’s a little bit of both.

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Bragging rights…

It was a sunset soccer game and our team won!9-24scoreboard

Here’s the kick for the first goal…9-24theshot9-24Goal#1

See, the ball is in the net (in the corner by his hand), I totally missed that until my daughter pointed it out.

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I probably don’t have to mention that #26 is my grandson.  And as long as I’m bragging I might also mention that he scored the only two goals of the game.  Good job Thomas!

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I’ve gone to the… cats!

We always had pets when my kids were growing up.  The most at one time was three cats and two dogs.  (I think my mother thought we were nuts.)  I can’t remember where the parakeet and/or the Siberian hamster fit into the animal timeline.  So it shouldn’t surprise me that my daughter’s household is teeming with pets.

Like Scooter, shown above.  He keeps a low profile and you would hardly know he is there.  But very lovable.  He and Lucy, are a bit of a matched set, wouldn’t you say?  She it a mini-Labradoodle, and very lovable.  She even slept with me last night.  Maybe she was just being a good watchdog and keeping an eye on me.9-23lovelyLucyAnd then there is Georgie, who, despite the fact that he only has his two lower fangs, and he was de-clawed (except for one claw) when they rescued him, is quite the hunter.  He loves to toy with his catches also, which he brings home regularly.  I’d  hate to think what he’d bring home if he had all of his equipment.9-23Georgie

But I had forgotten how much fun it can be to try to get work done on the computer with a cat like Henry around.  I had my laptop, my iPad, my old, damaged phone, and my new iPhone out on the little table while the two phones transferred data with no help from me whatsoever.  Henry tried to be helpful, or possibly not so helpful, but he didn’t seem to cause any issues either.  He is the kitty you can count on to be right in the thick of things, when he isn’t playing hide and seek in the cupboards and drawers, and needing to be extricated.  I don’t see pets in my future, especially not while I’m wandering the county, but I can visit my kids if I feel the need to pet something.  9-23helpfulHenry9-23Henryinthecabinet29-23Henryinthecabinet

My son’s menagerie includes two dogs, and two bearded dragons.  I drew the line on pets when he was little.  All pets in my house had to be furry, and even though it may have qualified I said no to the ferret also.  He’s making up for that now.

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Sunrise in York

What’s remarkable about this sunrise isn’t it’s color.  But it may become more dramatic soon, and if it does I’ll take more pictures.  No, what’s amazing about this photo is that I’m sitting on the deck at my daughter’s house, in my pajamas, and I’m not freezing.  It’s actually quite nice out here.  If only the traffic noises weren’t drowning out the nature serenade that I can hear, but I have to listen for it.

My plan for yesterday worked out fairly well.  I had driven to Coventry, RI to stop for the night on Saturday.  That put me past any morning traffic in Providence, and it was supposed to be an easy Sunday drive after that.  And as I merged into minimal traffic on Rt. 95 I relaxed a bit and thought it would be clear sailing.  I try not to exceed 60 mph when I’m towing the camper, so I stick to the right lane and mind my own business.  Which is slightly harder to do when a delivery truck with a giant, pink, hippopotamus painted on it’s side passes you.  That made me smile.  The signage had something to do with party supplies, and I had to laugh as it pulled over into the lane ahead of me and I was now looking at a giant, pink, hippopotamus butt painted on the back doors of the truck.  And that’s when we drove into a wall of fog that dominated the drive for the next two hours.  I found myself grateful for that pink hippo butt that loomed ahead of me in the fog, grateful to have something leading the way.  It’s a shame I didn’t get a picture.  I also didn’t get a picture of the scene as we crossed a bridge and I noticed a bit of fall color reflected in the still water.  And later on I missed two separate opportunities for photos of Amish buggies sharing the road with the traffic.  But the opportunity to spend time enjoying a glass of wine (or three) with my daughter is the rarest of all opportunities, and I took full advantage of that opportunity.

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Just a couple of images sitting on my desktop waiting for me to notice them.