I feel like Part 3 just ended without any closure, but there’s really not much else to tell.
Thursday after our dinner in town was another relaxing evening and Friday we came home.
I feel like Part 3 just ended without any closure, but there’s really not much else to tell.
Thursday after our dinner in town was another relaxing evening and Friday we came home.
[Written Thursday, April 18]
When last I typed we were sitting in Starbuck’s and contemplating another try at the park we couldn’t find to see waterfalls. We found our way to the park. It was the same one we’d stopped at, but maintenance crews were in front of the trail entrance so we didn’t see it. That and the trail entrance was not marked well at all.
I won’t bore you with all the details. Just most of them. I’m hoping the pictures will complete the image of the incredibly steep grassy hill we had to climb just to get to the trail. Oh.My.Gosh! I felt like a billy goat and I’m pretty sure I bleated a few times.
Nope. The picture doesn’t do the climb justice. It just looks pretty. But it wasn’t.
Thankfully we both had really good hiking boots on.
Once on the trail we made our way up to the first lookout so I could get a picture of a waterfall.
Do you see it?
Yeah. Me either. Well, maybe a little bit.
It was pretty disappointing. But we endeavored to persevere and hiked on up to the next lookout. I really liked this lookout because: A) there were chairs; and B) there were benches.
Okay. I realize there is not a picture of the benches, but I was actually sitting on a bench when I took the second photograph so it’s kind of the same thing.
There was also a waterfall.
If it wasn’t for all the nature around in the form of trees we would have been able to see it much better. But it was still better than the first one. So my “view a waterfall” criteria was fulfilled.
Did we turn around and go back? Of course not! We still had some geocaching to do. This geocaching is a dangerous business. We had to break the rules and walk past the “Park Boundaries” signs. But that’s how Todd and I roll. We’re rebels that way.
We looked and looked and looked some more with no luck. So we headed back to the trail, but on a whim Todd thought to look one more place and voila! There it was.
Thankfully the car was parked downhill. At one point I told Todd we should just roll down the grass like when we were kids and he kindly offered to hold my camera, but I decided I’m too dignified and mature to do that. By the time we climbed into Raven (that’s the name Katie has given her) we were hungry so we drove down to Naples for something meaty like a cheeseburger or steak! We ended up eating nachos at the cabin. And they were delicious!
At the beginning of the week the weather people said today would be rainy. It was not. Windy, yes. Rainy, no. So after several rounds of Rummikub on Todd’s iPad, a game that I am NOT addicted to, we decided to head back up to the north end of the lake and hit a few more geocaching spots on the way. So we did. And we found two more. Even better than the two geocaches we found was the restaurant that served mozzarella sticks and cheeseburgers after.
And this abruptly ends our third installment of the Anniversary Trip
[Written Wednesday, April 17]
I’m currently writing from Starbucks in Canandaiga. It has wifi. We needed a fix. That and some Starbucks goodness.
So we didn’t hit any antique stores yesterday. Oh, we saw them. They’re everywhere. It was overwhelming. I felt like a kid at Disneyland with no E tickets. Which won’t make a lick of sense to a lot of people, but trust me when I say it’s not a good thing.
You see, it’s like this. There is a particular item I am looking for. It’s not a small, put-it-in-a-bag item. But it’s not a huge, we-need-a-moving-truck item either. I’m looking for a washstand or a small cabinet to use as a vanity in our powder room. Our new car is significantly smaller than the old car and I realized, much to my dismay, that even a small cabinet or washstand won’t fit in the car with everything else we brought with us. So why even look? What if I found the perfect washstand? What then? I have a budget and even if it was within the budget, the shipping would probably bust it.
Todd thought he had escaped unscathed. Antique shopping isn’t anywhere on his list of top 5,000 things to do. But he only dodged the bullet this trip. Pennsylvania has no lack of antique stores either… (this is the part where I laugh maniacally, but I don’t know how to write that.)
Yesterday was rainy and we had a very lazy morning. We finally got out and drove up Canandaiga lake and found our way to The Muar House Cafe and a delicious lunch.
It was rather windy and cold and, frankly, a beautiful day for pictures. So I got some.
We also went to Wal-Mart. Yes. You read that right. We came to upstate New York so we could go to Wal-Mart. Actually, we needed some groceries and a particular computer cable and we thought we could kill both those birds with one Super Center stone. We got the groceries, but no cable.
And then we stopped in here. What we’ve come to think of as “Our” Starbuck’s. We needed the wifi to download a couple books on my Kindle and to look up some information. Todd also wanted to download a couple carving videos.
After our adventures in town we headed back to the cabin. It was cold! But a lovely cold. The kind of cold that requires flannel pants, a hot drink and a cozy fire. So that’s what we did.
This morning we woke up when we woke up to a beautiful blue sky with only a tiny smattering of white clouds here and there. We decided to go find some waterfalls for my camera and found this overlook with a great view of the beautiful blue lake on our way.
It was also a geocaching cite so we did a little investigating and found this:
The coin is a marker that the particular geocacher (Medicine Man) puts in all his finds. He’s a pharmacist and avid Lord of the Rings fan. The writing on the back of the coin – or maybe the front – is in Elvish. (How does one know which is the front and which is the back of a coin?)
After our little interlude at the overlook we carried on. We had taken the map we found in the cabin, but it’s one of those exaggerated cartoony maps and we couldn’t find the park we were looking for. So we just kept going and made our way back to Wal-Mart. Because we really like Wal-Mart. And because Todd bought two pair of shorts yesterday but when he took them out of the bag at the cabin he realized they were extremely large and not at all the size indicated on the hangers. So he ran in to exchange them and then we ended up here at our Starbuck’s.
Taking advantage of wifi, I was able to see where we went wrong with the directions to the park with the 1.2 walking trail and three waterfalls. It’s now 3:30 and who knows what we’ll do. Maybe we’ll go back or maybe we won’t.
Todd and I went away last month and I wrote a little something for the blog each day with the intent of posting when we got home. As you can see from the date of the entry, I didn’t do it. Better late than never?
[Written Tuesday, April 16]
Todd and I are off celebrating our 25th anniversary. Technically we won’t be married for a quarter of a century until June, but June is full of things like Katie’s graduation and college orientation and a visit from Todd’s parents and the like. Try as we may, we just couldn’t figure out a good time to go away in June.
For a long time we talked about going to Scotland for our 25th anniversary, but our 25th anniversary year is full of things like Katie’s graduation and college orientation and a visit from Todd’s parents and the like. So we did the next best thing. We took a trip to the Fingerlakes region of New York. It’s actually kind of like Scotland. It’s hilly and mountainous and green with a creek and right now it’s raining. When I think of Scotland I think of hilly and mountainous and green with a creek. And rain. So yeah. It’s just like we’re there. Except people drive on the right hand side of the road here.
As I type this I’m sitting in a screened enclosure that overlooks the green going down to a rather boisterous brook called Trout Run. A tree covered hill slopes up from the other side of the creek and there’s a trail that leads back into the woods. It’s overcast and cool and rainy and peaceful and beautiful and refreshing. I love the sound of the wind in the trees and the fall of a gentle rain. And the smell? Fughettaboudit. Like heaven in a spray can, especially when you throw in the scent of coffee wafting from the cup on the table next to me.
Todd is taking his first nap of the day on the comfy sofa next to the cozy fireplace while Jack Johnson is playing on his computer. I think I may finish this up and go curl up in the overstuffed chair for my first nap of the day.
I am enchanted.
Another great thing about this week and where we are is that we have no cell phone service and no internet connection. I had already determined to turn off the wi-fi mode on my computer, but now I can’t be tempted to check out Facebook for a “few minutes”.
The drive up here was gorgeous and it was a beautiful day for a road trip. And you know me. I love me a good road trip! I always find it interesting when traveling either north or south this time of year to see the difference in the vegetation. Trees were in bloom in Virginia last week when Todd and I went to see Taylor, but not so in Pennsylvania. This last week things just seemed to pop open, but the farther north we drove yesterday the less in the way of blooms we saw. It will be interesting to see how that has changed when we leave on Friday.
Our plan for these five days is a lot of nothing. It’s supposed to rain most of the time we’re here and that’s okay. Yesterday we were able to take a nice little hike through the woods across the creek and I got tons of pictures. We need to get to the grocery store at some point today and I’m hoping to hit an antique shop or two in the process. I figure a rainy day is as good as any to look at old furniture.
As of right now, tomorrow is supposed to be sunny so we hope to get some geocaching in and see some waterfalls. Thursday is another day of rain and thunderstorms so we’ll just hang out here at the cabin with a warm fire going all day and Friday we’ll head for home.
Of course, by the time you read this we will already be home. I’m just not keen on advertising that we’re going to be gone for a week while Katie is home alone. That and I can’t post anything from a place with no wi-fi.
So you’ll just have to check back tomorrow to see if things actually went as planned…
*Thank you to Dan R. for the title
This past weekend Todd and I took off for a much needed get away on Long Island. It was the first time we’ve ever left the kids home alone and I feel it was a success because: a) they didn’t kill or even maim each other; b) police and/or other emergency personnel services were never required; c) there were no arrests; d) the dog was still here and didn’t appear to have suffered any; and e) the house looked much the same as it did when we left.
Our adventure started on Thursday, and I don’t use the term “adventure” loosely. I’ve been to New York City several times since moving here four years ago and every time I’m there I declare I will NEVER drive in Manhattan. Well, guess what I did Thursday. I drove in Manhattan. From the Holland Tunnel, through Tribeca and China Town, and over the Williamsburg Bridge. I’ve driven in Los Angeles. I’ve driven in Dallas. I’ve driven in Philadelphia. Picnics, all, compared to the Big Apple. I would like to declare I will never drive in Manhattan EVER AGAIN. I just hope I really mean it this time.
Do you know what made driving in NYC worth it? After Todd and I got settled in the hotel we went down the street to TGIFriday’s for an early dinner and I got carded! Oh yes I did! Todd even took a picture of the waiter looking at my ID, but it came out all fuzzy. So what if they have to card anyone who looks like they may possibly be younger than 75? There’s just something about hearing those words, “May I please see some ID?” that thrills.
I kept telling people we were going to the Hamptons because it just sounds so chic. In reality we were just going to Long Island, but we did drive through the Hamptons on Friday. There is a two lane road that runs through the Hamptons to the tip of the South Fork where the Montauk lighthouse is. It took us a good two hours to go the 43 miles. I can say in all honesty that it was a beautiful drive and the weather couldn’t have been any better. We stopped in the town of Montauk for a bite of lunch – the best fish and chips I’ve ever had, hands down.
And a good thing, too. For two orders of fish and chips, an iced tea and a beer we paid $55.00. While I’m sure the fish basically jumped from the ocean and into the fryer, I’m not sure that’s a reasonable amount. Not only that, but I didn’t even get carded!
the gigging we took lunch we finished the drive to Montauk Point and the oldest lighthouse in the state of New York. I, of course, had Precious with me so there are pictures:
There were no sightings, and, therefore, no pictures, of a Montauk Monster. (Sorry Becky) But here’s a photo I found on the internet to appease the curiousity of those who don’t know what the Montauk Monster is.
From there we drove to Sag Harbor:
And then a pretty drive back to the hotel where we feasted on cheese and crackers (because we had spent our daily allowance on fish and chips) and watched free HBO.
Saturday was another gorgeous day and this time we drove up the North Fork to Orient Point and then slowly worked our way back. In a welcomed change from Friday, the traffic was minimal. Our goal had been to find lighthouses and maybe go through a winery. We saw one lighthouse in the distance and never decided on a winery to tour. But we thoroughly enjoyed ourselves nonetheless.
I know. I’ll just show you some pictures.
We stopped in at this lavender farm and bought…
…lavender! Ahhhh, heaven!
Here we were in wine country and did we get any wine? No. I’m sure our wine clubbies (Or is that clubbists? Clubbers?) will be very disappointed with us.
The same Dan R. who inadvertently gave me the title of this post texted me and told me about Greenport. Happy I am that he did!
This, my friends, is a camera. Not nearly as convenient as Precious, that’s for sure.
The Frisky Oyster. What does a frisky oyster look like, I wonder.
We were going to eat in Greenport, but the wait was horrendous. Apparently everybody wanted to hang out in the quaint village on a perfect Saturday afternoon. So we got back in the car and just decided we’d stop wherever we stopped.
Linen tablecloths, a beautiful view, a delicious seafood meal, a decadent dessert – all for less than fish and chips in the Hamptons.
As we made our way back to the hotel we found a place to sit and be mesmerized by the beautiful ocean -
- and we also found LOVE, which is kind of the point of a weekend getaway, isn’t it?
I hope you haven’t forgotten about Whidbey Island because this blogger certainly hasn’t. I had only gotten through Friday in my Whidbey Island Photographic Tour series. My intention was to post all of Saturday today, but I only got through half of it. Hopefully I’ll get the rest of Saturday posted this weekend. And hopefully you don’t fall asleep before you get through all the photos!
There should be four bluddies in this picture, but we lost one to the alluring promise of hot coffee.
My typical view as Precious and I were usually lagging behind. There were just so many great things to photograph!
Italian Raspberry Cream Soda
Following our adventurous morning on the beach we all kicked back at the house for a while – napping, reading, whatever – and then prepared to go into town.
I think we clean up purty good.
Gretchen drove us to the quaint town of Langley. We made dinner reservations and then explored up one side of the street and down the other.
This bell is to be wrung when a whale has been sighted.
Finally it was time to hasten to The Edgecliff for dinner.
Fresh cut flowers on the table.
I thought the salad was colorful and pretty. After that they brought the real food and I lost all thought for anything other than the culinary delights awaiting me so no more dinner pictures. Sorry.
Then it was back to the house for endless talking and laughing with a little bit of sniffling thrown in for good measure and a big bowl of Kellie Krack – my newest obsession. Hot, buttery popcorn with peanut M&Ms tossed in. I don’t even want to know how many Weight Watcher’s points we’re talking about!
Next up — a farmer’s market, another charming village and a lavender farm.
As I mentioned in my last post, I took over 1200 pictures. Some great, some horrible, most tolerable. Don’t worry. I won’t share them all. That would be like going to great Uncle Horace’s house and watching his vacation slides. Great for insomniacs, bad for blog readers.
I am going to break them up, though. So today I give you…
A live sand dollar
What a fun morning that was. Gretchen gave us bags to carry our finds in, but I was so busy taking photos that I only brought home three things. A sand dollar, a snail shell and a clamshell. And I don’t even think I actually gathered them off the beach. I think I pilfered them from someone else’s finds. But what are they going to do? Come get them?
Next tour – Island Living
Last night I caught the red eye out of SeaTac for a non-stop to Philly where I landed around 7:00 this morning. Which was 4:00 AM to my Pacific Time Zone adjusted self. Thankfully I have nothing to do today other than sleep, readjust and download over 1200 pictures Precious blessed me with. Not 1200 good pictures. Just 1200 pictures. Which is taking FOR.EH.VER…
I had the complete joy of getting together with four of the most amazing women this past weekend. Jewels in My Crown, LVCG, His Girl and CPQ. Seriously incredible girls and they let ME hang out with them in a beach house on Whidbey Island that Jewels in My Crown graciously shared with us.
We laughed so much my stomach hurt. There were a lot of perilously-close-to-peeing-our-pants moments. We also cried a little here and there as we shared the less than joyous situations we’ve found ourselves in — we all have a story — but those tears nearly always turned into the happy tears that come from witnessing God’s kindness and mercy through those difficult times.
The island was beautiful and the weather perfect. While the tide was out we scoured the shoreline for sand dollars and shells and found crabs and sea snails (disgusting) and barnicals and all sorts of interesting things. We explored a couple of charming towns with their quaint shops, ate delicious food – both at the house and in town – mosied through a farmer’s market and strolled through the sweet smelling lavendar farm.
Yesterday we snapped pictures of the original Starbuck’s and waited around to see fish being thrown at Pike’s Market, but the best we got to see was a package of crab being thrown and impressively caught by a guy while holding a steaming cup of coffee. Sadly we had to take LVCG to the airport fairly early and then the rest of us returned to Seattle to explore some more.
Finally it was time to come home. I was happy to get home to the family, but I would be lying if I said I was ready for the weekend to be over. It was the type of get away that was absolutely perfect. I honestly can’t think of anything that would have made it better. Except another week or so.
Like usual, there’s so much more to the weekend. I’ve just glossed over the highlights, but I still have about 800 pictures to continue downloading so this will have to do for now. So much to blog… so little time.
We arrived home from our trip to Arkansas Sunday night and I’m leaving again in the morning for a short girls’ weekend out west. When I get back and have my bearings I’ll tell you all about both trips. In the meantime, here are a couple of collages of things we saw while on the road. All the pictures were taken through the car window while traveling. If you click on the collage it will zoom in so you can see the pictures better. Enjoy!!