Nomad exploring life wherever I am
Seems like at least once a year, I make a stop in Lancaster, home to good friends with a flat driveway, a really nice guest room (and bathroom), and warm and wonderful hospitality. This time they even offered to watch Breeze and Luna while I did a long weekend in California (which will be the subject of a separate post).
Oh, it’s a damp, dreary day here on the western shore of the Chesapeake, at a tiny campground in Virginia. I was looking through my photos from the past month or so and decided it is the perfect day for sunflowers.
During the early days of the pandemic, I started hand-sewing quilts to keep myself from going crazy. I started with hexagon quilts, which were easy to do and easy to store away. Quilting gave my brain and my hands something to do, and I liked the end results.
Way back when I lived in the Hudson Valley, I would often spend a few hours on the grounds of the Vanderbilt Mansion in Hyde Park, enjoying the shade trees and the view of the river. I never went into the Mansion itself, though; I didn’t need to. The grounds were enough for me, a huge park on the east bank of the river.
Way back in 1976, I made my first trip east, during the summer between college semesters. I rode a Greyhound bus all the way from California to the Montreal Olympics, then made my way down to New York State. And it was there, at Albany, that I encountered the boat that would change my life, the Hudson River Sloop Clearwater.