Ellioto is a mass-transit-kind-of traveler. He loves the hunt, the economy and the expediency. So when we travel, taxis and Uber, etc. are considered only when public transport doesn’t make sense. Sometimes we rent a car but usually we (he) study the maps and figure it out.
Grumpy when the elevators/lifts/escalators aren’t working, I grudgingly pull my weighty luggage and feel quite sorry for myself.
I hesitate to write this post. As the Good Natured Traveler, I prefer to view the world through rose-colored glasses. I believe that most of the time, our expectations influence the events that we experience. Self-fulfilling prophecy.
But in light of the awful events that we have seen and heard around the world, it seems that bad things can happen. Bad things do sometimes happen.
“Every time you go somewhere, there’s a tragedy, it seems!”, my sister wrote following the Las Vegas, Canadian and French killings this past Autumn.
Is that true?
Who knew that it would be warm enough to be sunning myself in upstate New York during the first week of October?
Ah… my gratitude is immense—you may remember that I’m the one who mourns summer’s passing. (It’s not like i haven’t paid my dues—having lived in the north woods of Maine for 7 years; I can split wood and build a fire with the best of them.)
But I’ve never been to the Hudson River Valley before and it is soothing to the eyes and a balm to the mind; I recommend it heartily…
Sitting in the sweet morning’s early light, in my own backyard in SW Ohio, I’m conscious of how Autumn is chasing away Summer’s close breath, like the coolness of a breath-mint, clean, fresh and mentholated.
But the grass is still deep emerald green, having had enough rain to make Ohio stand proud and pretty in its party dress.
The cornfields offer their own kind of show– red=headed tassels as the sun lights them from above. The stalks vary in colors, from green to yellow and russet brown–determined by what? When they were planted? The elevation and drainage? It’s a question that my 8 year old grandson, Ty, might ask.