Year in Review 2016: Top 12 Posts


Shadows in the Desert: Marcy and Randy


12 favorite posts of 2016

1. Seeking Treasure: The Thrill of the Chase

My husband’s kooky or brilliant conviction that he knew the location of a hidden treasure led to two delightful trips out West — Up a Creek, but Unsinkable: Weekend in Denver and An Empty Nester’s Tour of the American West. No treasure though:

“I know that look.

“I grew up watching It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World roughly every Sunday afternoon of my childhood, sitting next to my father on our seventies-orange couch. So I’ve seen that look plenty of times.

“It is the look of a man who thinks he is about to claim a hidden treasure as his own.

“It is a look that cannot be denied.” (Continue reading)

2. Schadenfreude in My Facebook Feed

This painful post sat in my drafts folder for over a year while I agonized over whether to publish it. I don’t understand exactly why, but the urge to publish it would not go away and seemed to block me from writing anything else until I did:

“Growing up, Steve was a proud misogynist, calling women ‘Ws’ for ‘wenches,’ as in this I-swear-it’s-true command to an old girlfriend: ‘W, get me a beer,’ in front of our family while watching football.

“To my never-ending horror, she got up and got him a beer.” (Continue reading)

3. Stranger Things in the Age of Trump

I’ve rarely made political comments on my blog, but this anti-Trump post just bubbled up out of me and needed to be published, no matter how tiny its impact. I wrote at least 2,000 extra words and cut it down for days. My take considers Sandy Hook deniers, science fiction, and Trump: 

“We’ve now entered the post-truth era, where facts no longer matter to nearly half the country, and the bad news keeps on coming as Donald Trump puts together his team…. With the choice of Rick Perry for Energy, the department he famously forgot of the three he had vowed to eliminate, I keep expecting Trump to jump out from behind a barrel like Allen Funt and yell, ‘Smile! You’re on Candid Camera.’” (Continue reading)

4. Cantering: As Easy as Falling Off a Horse

The worst moments can make for the funniest stories, and readers seemed to like the telepathic horse I featured in the tale:

“I’d given the horse a little kick, as instructed, and here it was a mere two seconds later and everything had changed, all confusion, like a wave knocked me over from behind and its pal the undertow snatched me and dragged me away.” (Continue reading)

 

5. Perfection slips away, one shot at a time

This little post answered the prompt “Where did the time go?” in the required 42 words. Many of the responses to the prompt considered lost decades, but I tried to show the micro adjustments needed in the moments a tennis ball approaches. Tennis continues to enchant and baffle me:

“The ball springs off his racket toward my sweet spot; I’ll smash a forehand down the line: racket back, turn sideways, little steps, line it up, track it…” (Continue reading)

6. Friday night date night just got better, and cheaper, and did I mention I didn’t have to leave the house?

With the start of the academic year a few months ago, I became an empty-nester and started cooking fancy meals for my husband and me more than ever, I guess to fill the empty space in my heart with delicious noshes my picky eater wouldn’t eat. This post from February marks the start of it all, back when we still had a high schooler at home:

“By getting my husband on board to hang out and help, cooking at home on a Friday night transformed from an exhausting chore to a fun event.

“We listened to music and had some wine while we cooked scallops with asparagus, a splurge for a home meal, but a pittance compared to if we’d eaten out.” (Continue reading)

7. Bánh Mì: The Best Sandwich in the World (a Second Stay at Home Date Night)

The pork bánh mì is so, so good. My obsession with this Vietnamese sandwich started with a little shop hidden in the back of a jewelry store in New York City’s Chinatown:

“How good could this sandwich possibly be, as you find it, pass the glass cases of jade bracelets and gold necklaces, and finally get the food in some bags to go, only to wander around the bustling streets of Manhattan for another half hour looking for a place to sit down and eat? (Continue reading)

8. Appointment at Tooth-Hurty

This short post about a trip to the dentist flowed out of me fully edited the moment I got home. I shared the feeling of peace I got from letting go of a grievance.

“I stare at a spot on the ceiling, bright blue sky, white clouds, pink spring blossoms in the corner of the light box. I once would have clung to this, a haven in my anxiety, but now I don’t care. Throw whatever you want at me. Pain. Blood. Small talk. Scheduling. I’ll endure. I tell myself, ‘You think this is bad? This ain’t bad.’” (Continue reading)

9. Deleted moments

I mused about getting an old roll of film developed in these days of digital photography. After my dad had passed away that nearly forgotten day at his backyard pool loomed large:

“Years after my father died I found an old camera with a half-used roll of film from an afternoon my kids and I spent with him in his backyard pool. I had switched to a digital camera and never finished the roll. After my nostalgic afternoon going through the drawer of old photos, I shot off the rest of the roll and dropped it off to be developed.” (Continue reading)

10. How to Hike Mount Washington When You’re Young and Clueless (in 33 Easy Steps)

I told about a bumbling Mount Washington hike in a 33-item list:

“3. Arrive at noon when it’s 100 degrees and the exact worst time to begin hiking a mountain.
“4. Gasp for breath at 12:10 p.m.
“5. Ask yourself why you are doing this at 12:11 p.m.
“6. Stop hiking to take a photo to fool your husband into pausing so you can catch your breath.
“7. Stop hiking to take a drink.” (Continue reading)

11. Marcy climbed Marcy: She was a beast

An awesome, challenging hike to the top of New York state really, really will be my retirement from challenging hikes (?):

“I love the beginning of every hike. The buzz from the road quickly fades away and is replaced by the gurgles of streams and the rustling of the wind through the trees. For long stretches of time, the cares of the outside world fade away too, with the only concerns being which line of stones to take across a stream, or the looming thunderstorm that quickens my steps.” (Continue reading)

12. I might be a replicant

I published this post before Westworld came into the world, and I am now thinking of the Turing Test more than ever:

“After watching the fascinating film Ex Machina, I fell into a rabbit hole reading about the Turing Test, sidled over to whether the Blade Runner replicant test counted as a Turing Test, and ended up scoring a 54 percent likelihood that I myself am a replicant. It’s a simplistic test, so I wasn’t too fazed. That is, I wasn’t too fazed until my husband scored as more likely to be a human than I.” (Continue reading)

And a few more pictures…


Jewel-toned one-pot pasta: Beets cleaning an extra pot


Christmas Milk and Cookie Shot


Anyone for tennis?


Feeling Blueberry

This has been a year of changes and challenges. Thanks to the readers who visit and comment. I would love to hear about your 2016 or your plans for 2017.

Happy New Year!

    Royal typewriter. My dad used this typewriter in the Army in the 1950s, and I typed college papers on it in the early 1980s. I think it is a Royal Magic Margin, a model that was introduces in 1938. 

Sincerely, Paula  

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What I Ate on Christmas: Short Ribs, Milk and Cookie Shots, and Sangria

On Christmas morning I looked through photos of Christmas past while the rest of my family slept in, and I thought about tradition. As my little boys turned into adults, Christmas became less about the presents and more about spending time together, and that was true again this year.

We started off as we always do, with a breakfast casserole that I assembled the day before and just had to throw in the oven.

My son Dan helped me assemble our special treat for the day, an ambitious one this year: milk and cookie shots, in which the cookie is a shot glass for the milk. Years ago Dan had given me some coupons as a present, and I still have some for him to be my sous chef. Best present ever.

  

   

Two years ago, I had bought Christmas crackers, a British noisemaker with little treats inside, for decorating the table, and the pack of eight was now gone. I felt frivolous spending money on these reindeer antlers and knew my grown children wouldn’t be into them, but by adding them to an Amazon cart they earned me free shipping. I practically made money on them! Really, it would have been foolish not to get them. Plus, everyone played along better than I could have hoped.

For dinner, I cooked red-wine braised short ribs over polenta, heartland chopped salad, and spiced carrots.

  

  

Our Christmas cocktail this year was a Christmas Eve Limoncello Sangria, which I made ahead to let the flavors develop.

 

 

I looked at a lot of recipes and then cobbled this one together. It looks like you can throw any kind of fruit you like with any kind of wine you like and call it a day.

Christmas Eve Limoncello Sangria Christmas Eve Limoncello Sangria

Christmas Eve Limoncello Sangria

  • 1 bottle Cabernet Sauvignon
  • 1/2 cup brandy
  • 1/2 cup limoncello
  • 1 apple, cut into slices
  • 1 pear, cut into slices
  • 1 lemon, cult into slices
  • 1/2 pomegranate, seeds
  • 1/2 cup blueberries
  • sparkling water
  1. Combine all ingredients except for the sparkling water into a pitcher and chill for several hours or overnight to let the flavors develop.
  2. Pour into a glass with some of the fruit.
  3. Top off with sparkling water according to taste.

Enjoy!

Years of Christmas past:

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Stranger Things in the Age of Trump

[Spoiler alert for Stranger Things, “A Sound of Thunder,” and the feeling that everything is going to be all right.]

I walk into the kitchen as my husband rushes out the door for work. “I’m halfway through an article on the Sandy Hook hoaxers,” I say. The article tells how conspiracy theorists are harassing the parents of 20 first-graders who were murdered at school.

“Why?” he asks. “Why would you do that to yourself?”

“They’re… they’re….” Words swirl and tears come. 

“They’re crazy,” he says.

I try to explain the misery that’s consumed me since the election and how this horrible topic is connected to it, but I just cry instead. 

We’ve now entered the post-truth era, where facts no longer matter to nearly half the country, and the bad news keeps on coming as Donald Trump puts together his team. A fossil fuel crony who denies climate change is to be put in charge of the Environmental Protection Agency, a man who ran a white supremacy website is picked as chief White House strategist, and a man deemed too racist to be a federal judge is picked for attorney general. With the choice of Rick Perry for Energy, the department he famously forgot of the three he had vowed to eliminate, I keep expecting Trump to jump out from behind a barrel like Allen Funt and yell, “Smile! You’re on Candid Camera.” 

For those who don’t remember Funt, his pranks were done in the spirit of fun, not designed to destroy the whole world. 

Trump continues to tell lie after lie. The last month, punctuated by victory rallies and petty tweets, has only been an extension of a campaign built on lies, racism, and misogyny.

I often wonder if I could just sit down and talk with Trump supporters whether I could make it clear how wrong his actions are.

In the Sandy Hook article, the father of a murdered six-year-old tried to talk with the hoaxers, offered his time and his patience, along with his son’s report card and death certificate. He got this message: “Wolfgang does not wish to speak with you unless you exhume Noah’s body and prove to the world you lost your son.”

As my mind reels from this surreal reality, it touches down on science fiction. 

Made with the Stranger Things type generator http://makeitstranger.comIn Netflix’s Stranger Things, I see a conspiracy theorist’s dream. A grieving mother refuses to accept that her son is dead, as the whole town pities her miserable denial. She fights on in the face of overwhelming evidence, sees her boy’s dead body in the morgue, and shouts, “I don’t know what you think that thing is in there, but that is not my son.” And in a twist worthy of the Sandy Hook hoaxers, it turns out she’s right. The thing is a shoddy rubber knockoff that’s part of a vast conspiracy to cover up the truth, that a monster in the Upside Down is being hidden in a government facility.

That’s the level of craziness rational people are now up against in what Time called the Divided States of America when it named Trump the person of the year. The choice against Trump was so obvious that most people didn’t believe he could win, until about 63 million Americans voted for him. 

Trump hasn’t denounced Alex Jones, who pushes Sandy Hook denial and other conspiracy theories. Instead, Trump praises him and tweets out some of Jones’s fake news stories as “evidence” to back up his own lies. 

I retreat to sci-fi again. In Ray Bradbury’s “A Sound of Thunder,” a company arranges time travel safaris to take down the ultimate big game, a T. rex. Before the safari, the office chatter is about how a laughably unelectable fascist candidate lost the election, to the relief of all who are rational. On the safari, the hunters are warned to never leave the levitating path. A tiny change in the past could reverberate through the ages with unknown consequences for the present. A hunter panics, though, and runs through the dirt, and when they return to the present, the fascist has won. They find a tiny crushed butterfly in the dirt of the hunter’s shoe, a tiny change in the distant past that elected a fascist in the present.

What was our butterfly that made the country turn upside down?

Thirty years ago, an unhinged conspiracy theorist could stand on a street corner with a sign, screaming inane nonsense, and people would lower their eyes and move along. Now he has a website that spreads lies and hate. Now he is taken seriously as an opposing viewpoint. Now he prepares to enter the Oval Office with the most powerful man in the world.

After my foray into science fiction, I face reality again. I finish the Sandy Hook hoaxer article, and as soul crushing as its topic is, it manages to end with a sliver of hope. People on the side of sanity are having some success fighting the hoaxers by exposing them to the light.

The majority of voters did not support Trump, and in no way does he have a mandate to pursue an agenda so at odds with what the majority want. To oppose Trump, we can support organizations that are threatened by him, such as the ones recommended by John Oliver that have seen a surge in donations since the election. We can support the real media and stop spreading fake news. We can join progressives who are mobilizing to influence members of Congress and follow steps detailed in “Indivisible: A Practical Guide for Resisting the Trump Agenda.”

We can’t run away from the rise of Trump, a new truth that’s stranger than fiction. Now is not the time to compromise on the values that make America great. Being rational isn’t enough against people who don’t believe in facts. It’s time to fight, and we must not stray from the path.

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What the Duckpin?

Duckpin bowling

I grab a grimy ball and shuffle to the lane. Visualize! Firm wrist. Go straight. Follow through. The little ball finds the gutter. Again. A groan escapes my lips. I could be home on the couch.

Middle-aged and empty-nested, I’ve flung myself into a duckpin bowling league, and I come in last almost every week.

Of course, I already knew the basics, to roll the ball down the lane. Unlike when I brought my kids ages ago, though, no handy lane bumpers ward off the gutter balls. And, yep, gutter balls happen.

Still, I show up each week and give it my best.

I work on the simplest details. What’s so hard about not flopping my wrist? Yet it flops, over and over. While I focus on this new physical skill, my rusty brain’s on heightened alert: Wrist, arm, back, hips, and legs all have to work together to get a mark. I try to believe that every gutter ball carves not just a path of humiliation down the lane, but also a new path in my brain’s neural network, maybe even replacing an obsolete one or two.

Each week when Monday rolls around, I spend the day yearning to quit. I stink. I don’t know most of the women. I hate leaving the house. Yet those same reasons keep making me go. Every autumn the urge to hibernate hits hard, and I just want to hunker down in my safe and cozy home. So I grab my car keys and go, lace up the borrowed bowling shoes and pick up a ball.

Sometimes, I get a strike. I tend to follow up a strike with two gutter balls, and all those bonus points that dangled before me just a moment ago vanish in the silence like a firework that never went off.

What the duckpin!?

As I walk away from the still-standing pins, I take in the encouraging looks from the other women, shrug my shoulders, and smile.

Maybe next time they’ll all fall down.

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Fall Odds and Ends: Tailgating in Paradise

As fall marches toward winter, I’ve been getting out when I can. With a return to work after a long summer and both boys now away at college, I’ve not been doing much except for getting my work done at school and cooking some good meals here and there for just my husband and me. We always have plenty of leftovers these days in our empty nest. Some odds and ends from fall…

1. Tailgating in Paradise: Pork Bánh Mì

Even better than making the perfect sandwich for a stay-at-home date night? Pulling it off at a tailgate!

We grilled crisscrossed pork steaks, pungent with an Asian marinade amid the parked cars and tossed footballs, and set the grilled pork slices atop another star of the bánh mì, crusty bread slathered in a secret sauce of mayo with hoisin and sriracha (the secret is out!), which was grilled up too, and joined by pâté, pickled carrots and radishes, jalapeño, cucumber, and cilantro.

We tailgated with diehard Syracuse fans at a UConn-Syracuse football game. Dressed in orange, they got some dirty looks from the UConn fans, but the crowd overall was friendly. They said they’ve had bottles thrown at them in the past. Nobody needs that. They do need a bánh mì, though.

I love how the light is shining down on the sandwich in this photo:

Tailgating in paradise with a pork banh mi: perfection encapsulated in one spicy, sweet, crusty, salty, crunchy, creamy bite, in crisp and sunny fall air amid good, although orange-clad, friends.

Banh mi ingredients

2. A Nut

For my husband’s birthday, I made him a photobook of our trip out West. Admittedly, it was one of those gifts for him that was really for me, but he liked it all the same. Here’s a page featuring “A Nut” from when we went searching in Colorado for hidden treasure, and I’ll leave it to you to decide which aspect of the photo earned that caption.

A Nut from page of West phonebook

P.S. I took a mirror image of the old, rusty nut (well, one of them) for a Macro Monday challenge on Flickr:

Nutty

I liked trying the mirror reflection technique. Here was my set-up:

Mirror reflection of nut set-up

3. And Speaking of Macros: A Star is Born

A star is born

Above is another macro I took for a photography challenge, featuring star anise lit from below by a flashlight. My set-up:

Shooting star anise

4. Quack, Quack

We got the whole family together only one time this fall to visit our older son at Tufts. We took a Boston Duck Tour, a great mix of history, sightseeing, and quirky fun, in a World War II vehicle that maneuvers on both land and water. I recommend it, especially if you don’t know Boston well.

Boston Duck Tour

Boston Duck Tours

5. A Few Meatless Gems

Cuban black beans, cilantro lime rice, broccoli, and avocado cream    Layered salad with tomato, bell pepper, cheese, peas, eggs, and quinoa    Salad with hummus and baba ganoush

I don’t stick to meatless on Mondays anymore, but I keep adding to my collection of good meatless meals. Here are a few hits from my Meatless Monday page: Cuban black beans, layered salad (for a summer potluck), and salad with hummus and baba ganoush.

6. Still Reeling

Finally, here’s a “news” story from The Onion that describes me to a tee, living here in my little Northeastern liberal bubble thinking the country was OK: Area Liberal No Longer Recognizes Fanciful, Wildly Inaccurate Mental Picture Of Country He Lives In

Looking forward to Thanksgiving and bracing for winter…

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Marcy climbed Marcy: She was a beast

17 Marcy and Randy selfie on Mt. Marcy

“And we’ve got to get ourselves back to the Garden”
— Crosby, Stills & Nash (Joni Mitchell)

Trip report for Mt. Marcy, the highest peak in New York state, elevation 5,344 feet (climb of 3,121 feet), Aug. 21-23, 2016

  • Day 1: 3.5 miles from the Garden parking lot to Johns Brook Lodge
  • Day 2: 11 miles to Mt. Marcy summit and back (Hopkins Trail)
  • Day 3: 3.5 miles from Johns Brook Lodge to the Garden parking lot

Day 1

I love the beginning of every hike. The buzz from the road quickly fades away and is replaced by the gurgles of streams and the rustling of the wind through the trees. For long stretches of time, the cares of the outside world fade away too, with the only concerns being which line of stones to take across a stream, or the looming thunderstorm that quickens my steps.

01 High Peaks Wilderness Area sign   02 Trail to Johns Brook Lodge

We’d arrived in the Adirondack town of Keene, NY, in the early afternoon and had 3.5 miles to hike to the Johns Brook Lodge. By staying at the lodge, we shaved a few miles off the trip to the fairly remote peak of Mt. Marcy. I’ve “retired” from hiking a few times, after summiting Katahdin pushed me to the utter edge of my abilities and the Inca Trail was so amazing it seemed like the perfect capstone. I’m not someone who naturally loves hiking — I’m miserable pretty much the whole way up, and I am clumsy and scared when climbing on rocks — yet I love being in the woods, taking on a challenge, and sharing the experience with my husband, who loves hiking. So I came out of retirement at least one more time for the mountain that shares my name and a peak I’ve always wanted to climb.

Thunderstorms were forecast for the afternoon, and we tried to outwalk the rain, but we were stuck in it for about 20 minutes before we arrived at the Johns Brook Lodge, not too bad since the hard rain was still to come.

07 Adirondacks in the Adirondacks

Adirondacks in the Adirondacks

03 Weather on Sunday Aug 21 2016 Johns Brook Lodge   05 Fireplace Johns Brook Lodge

The lodge is beautiful and well-run, and a friendly staff of young women served up a delicious hot meal of chili and rice for dinner. It was fun to hang out and relax with other hikers and hear about their adventures. The lodge is in the heart of many high peaks and several of the people we talked to were working their way through the 46 Adirondack High Peaks.

04 Our bunks in Johns Brook Lodge   08 Inside Johns Brook Lodge

And how often these days can you look around a room full of people and not see one person on his phone? No signal, no distractions.

09 Nighttime in the Adirondacks

Day 2

11 Trail signs at Johns Brook Lodge   10 Johns Brook Lodge

13 Randy and Marcy at Johns Brook Lodge

We took the Hopkins Trail up the mountain and had 5.5 miles to hike to the summit. We were warned it was the “messier” of the two ascents, and with the previous night’s rain, it was indeed a boggy, muddy mess. A rivulet flowed down our trail for hours, and I methodically picked my way from rock to rock.

We made slow but steady progress throughout the morning and talked with a “summit steward” at the edge of treeline. She was there to remind people to stay on the rocks and not step on the fragile plants in the alpine zone above treeline.

She said she would usually be on the summit, but with the extreme cold and strong winds up there, she was huddled at the edge of the little dwarf trees. We had 0.6 of a mile left to the summit.

We added a fleece and a jacket and headed upward. Once above treeline, the wind instantly became cold and fierce. We passed several pairs of hikers coming down who all commented on how strong the wind was up ahead. Those final six-tenths had long stretches of steep (to me) slabs of rock to climb.

I did pretty well and only got foolishly stuck on my hands and knees once when I got a little panicky about where to place a foot. I was keeping a running tally of how many times I’d whined during the hike in an effort to stay positive. I only had one whine up until this point, but I racked up five in quick succession. The wind was so strong and cold, and each turn was another false summit of steep rock. I was actually OK with going up, but my fear was building about going down the steep ledges, which always scares me. At one point I said to my husband, “Well, we can kiss dinner goodbye!” (scheduled for 6:30 p.m.) as I imagined myself crawling the whole way back down.

Onward I went. We finally reached the desolate and deserted summit at about 1 p.m. We took a quick selfie and a few other photos while in the middle of a freezing cloud with absolutely no view.

18 Randy on Mt. Marcy plaque   19 Marcy at Mt. Marcy plaque

15 Mt. Marcy approaching summit

(Video link)

I now faced descending the steep ledges of rock. I wish I had photos of this area to show, but my hands were blocks of ice, my camera was stowed away, and time was ticking! I’m proud to say, though, that for the first time in my long history of semi-inept hiking I made genuine progress when I was finally able to use my hiking poles and descend face first, rather than my usual technique of climbing down backwards or scuttling on my hands and feet like a crab. Randy even got a laugh out of me at one point when he noticed my ease descending a stretch of rock and blurted out, “Timid no more!”

Once below treeline again, we had a long and tiring slog down and back to the lodge. Within about half an hour, the skies started to clear, and it was beautiful for the rest of the day — pretty disappointing, I guess, but I was so grateful that it wasn’t raining that I didn’t mind that much.

Gray skies are gonna clear up. Put on a happy face.

22 Stream on Mt. Marcy   23 Boggy boots after hiking Mt. Marcy

Day 3

26 Marcy Adirondacks footbridge   25 Yellow foot trail blaze Adirondacks

The hike back to the Garden was easy as pie, which we treated ourselves to for lunch, having heard about a local diner renowned for its homemade pies. One slice of blueberry, hike safely completed, and a cup of coffee: Heaven.

27 28 Noon Mark Diner blueberry pie collage

Conclusion

I’m still ambivalent about hiking and don’t know whether I have more challenging hikes on my horizon. Eleven miles was longer than I’m comfortable hiking in one day, but for this remote peak, that was the closest we could get.

All in all, I’m grateful I was able to have a few days in the woods with the beautiful and formidable Mt. Marcy. Was I a beast? Maybe not, but she sure was.

For my Fitbit friends

29 38,000 steps Fitbit data Mt. Marcy 38,000 steps! (The miles are over-represented by my little steps on every rock. With the 11-mile hike and the rest of my day, I probably walked about 12 miles.)

Active minutes Fitbit

Some of my other hiking tales

The Inca Trail | Mt. Katahdin |Mt. Washington | Monument Valley | Skellig Michael (Ireland) | Costa Rica (canyoneering)

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Feeling Blueberry: Summer Odds and Ends

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Feeling blueberryFeeling blueberry — “Explored” on Flickr

I’m a teacher who’s been off all summer, which means day after day of tennis and nothing, two things I adore, with both boys home before they leave for college, so all is good. Here are some tidbits from my endless summer–shh, I’m fully aware it’s not endless, but let’s not dwell on that just yet.

1. Feeling blueberry

On a whim, I snapped the above picture, some blueberries in yogurt, for my first contribution to the Macro Mondays group on Flickr. It got featured on Flickr’s Explore page (my first time!), which brought many views, faves, and comments. Viral blueberries–perfect for summer.

2. Tennis Hall of Fame

I bagged a few new 42s (a photo scavenger hunt) during a day trip to a tennis tournament at the Tennis Hall of Fame in Newport, RI.

Bridge marker 42 Newport RI Match time: 42 minutes, Baghdatis v. Karlovic

{My 42 page of photos and microstories}

Speaking of “bagged,” this shot of Baghdatis was my favorite from the day. It was about a thousand degrees out, and Marcos Baghdatis was facing the serve of the 6’11″ Ivo Karlovic in a semi-final match. 

Baghdatis in the heat, Tennis Hall of Fame, Newport, RI

Karlovic at Tennis Hall of Fame in Newport RII was close enough to see Baghdatis interacting with the lines people between points; he let them guess for him whether Karlovic’s huge serve would be wide or down the line.

Baghdatis played well, but Karlovic proved unbreakable and won the tiebreakers. 

The next day Karlovic went on to win the tournament.

3. So Jerry Connected

While watching Comedians in Cars Getting Coffee, I felt a jolt of connection with Jerry Seinfeld when he said this:

“I like to explore things. I don’t expect to enjoy them, but I’m curious what is working for other people.”
— Jerry Seinfeld to John Oliver

I’ve felt the same way about many of the “adventures” from my 101 things in 1001 days quest. For example, I ended my tale of taking a trapeze class by saying, “And then I was free to spend the rest of the day in Manhattan with my husband, exhausted from adrenaline, and glad that the fun was over so that I could relax and enjoy myself.”

4. Hunt for the Wilderpeople

It’s been ages since I’ve been so thoroughly charmed and delighted by a movie, and my husband and I really hit the jackpot because my two (newly) adult boys both loved it too. It’s from New Zealand about a “bad egg” of a boy going to stay with a foster mom at a remote farm on the edge of the bush. It’s quirky, touching, and funny. I really connect with New Zealand humor for some reason. If you get to see it, let me know what you think.

5. Mount Marcy Aspirations

I, Marcy, will finally climb Mt. Marcy, the highest peak in New York state (or that’s the plan anyway). Stay tuned, and I’ll let you know how it goes.

6. 42 Redux

When a photo scavenger hunt even makes ordering from the deli fun:

Order 42

Update 08/16/16: Another “Explored” photo on Flickr — Anyone for tennis?

Anyone for tennis?

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Wadsworth Falls and the Living is Easy

In response to The Daily Post’s prompt: Carefree

Honey, get down off that tree immediately! (But first just look this way and let me take a picture.)

Honey, get down off that tree immediately! (But first just look this way and let me take a picture.)

What’s the summer if not one jolly stream of “carefree” rolled into a bindle of sweaty tennis clothes and little chores I’d like to do, but maybe tomorrow? The living’s been easy for a month now. It’s time to take a hike in Wadsworth Falls State Park.

As we crunched our way through the dry leaves, I looked down to catch a glimpse of rustlings all around, hundreds of tiny toads scurrying about their day.

We came upon the “old foundation” that had been marked on the map, or did we? A gathering of ordered stones being overtaken by the forest was on our right. We checked it out dutifully, but I felt underwhelmed enough to keep my camera unused around my neck. I short while on, though, we came upon the ruins of another old building, also overtaken by roots and moss in spots. I usually hate coming across graffiti, but here it somehow made the building an incongruous delight.

Abandoned building at Wadsworth Falls State Park

I wanted to get down to it and explore, but a steep embankment kept me away. We continued on and finished our hike, and then we found a road that took us to the other side of the structure. There were even concrete steps leading down to it.

Abandoned building and forest at Wadsworth Falls State Park

I took a few pictures, but found the place spooky and didn’t linger. A particularly malevolent ladder led to depths of nightmarish damp and decay. No thanks!

Spooky ladder at Wadsworth Falls State Park

Marcy at Wadworth Falls State ParkBetween the litter of partying punks and the dark, dripping mess — plus the worry that we were trespassing (no signs though) — I was eager to get out of there.

Back in the car, it was a short drive to Lyman Orchards to pick up a pie for dinner. All in all, a great summer day!

Randy on railroad tracks at Wadsworth Falls State Park

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Pokemon GO: Go Take a Walk

Marcy and Pokemon GoMaybe you could say that giving teens yet another reason to walk around in a daze with their faces buried in their phones is a bad thing, but so far Pokémon GO strikes me as a cool phenomenon.

My college-aged son is entranced, and just in the last 48 hours asked me to go for an hour-long walk around the neighborhood with him — it had been literally years since we’d done that together — explored local historical landmarks during a long walk with his girlfriend, and jumped up from the table with me for a stroll around the mall while we waited for our meals to arrive. He even handed over his precious phone to me on two different occasions during which I managed to catch the little monsters myself.

I was stuck in a fog of misunderstanding for a good 10 minutes while he tried to explain to me what it was, but once I saw it in action I caught on quickly. I grew up hearing projections about virtual reality, and now it feels like the future has arrived. These little creatures are all around, hidden on a different layer of reality on the very streets we’re walking upon.

I’m pretty much always looking for a chance to get some extra steps in, so I am intrigued by this new game that’s getting people out and about, even if I’m baffled about how and why it caught on with older teens and young adults so quickly.

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An Empty Nester’s Tour of the American West

Monument Valley, Arizona

My husband and I left our adult sons behind while we took our first “empty nest” vacation out to the gorgeous American West. We explored areas in Colorado, Arizona, and Utah. We also finished–unsuccessfully–our search for Forrest Fenn’s hidden treasure that we’d begun during Easter weekend, when we were foiled by three feet of snow.

{Note: I wrote about searching for the treasure here and here.}

Iron City Cemetery outside St. Elmo, Colorado

Outside the ghost town of St. Elmo, Colorado, we visited the Iron City Cemetery, which gave a poignant glimpse into the hard lives of those who settled in the old mining town.

A directory provided details about the people buried there:

  • Iver Gilbertson, who was “injured at the Decorah Mine at Grizzly Gulch by a premature powder explosion. He had been thawing dynamite by the fire at his forge” and died in 1884.
  • Greisser Severn, who died when “the shaft house caught on fire, while he was in the tunnel. He was smothered by the smoke” in 1886.
  • Tom Rupp, who was “killed by falling timbers in the Mary Murphy Mine” in 1889.
  • William E. Brown, who “fell 75 feet down a mine shaft at the Mary Murphy Mine” in 1891.
  • Robert Gaebner, who “became snowbound, probably was starving and finally froze to death. No one had seen him since November until his body was discovered in January of 1909.”

Iron City Cemetery outside St. Elmo, Colorado Iron City Cemetery outside St. Elmo, Colorado Iron City Cemetery outside St. Elmo, Colorado

We next toured the ghost town St. Elmo, with its well-preserved main street and houses scattered throughout the area. (People still live there, too.) At one point, a hail storm broke out, and we took shelter under what looked like an old railroad car.

St. Elmo, Colorado

St. Elmo, Colorado

St. Elmo, Colorado

As we got into our car to leave, a semi passed us, laden with building materials. We watched for a good 15 minutes as it tried to back into a housing lot. With anxiety, we told each other that he was going to get stuck and block the only way out. And that’s exactly what happened, trapping us for hours, along with eight school busses on a field trip and some other cars. Finally, a resident cut the lock on a gate to a rocky dirt path, and we four-wheeled our way out of there. I don’t know how long the others were stuck, and it was hard to imagine how they were going to get that huge truck out of there.

Stuck semi, St. Elmo, Colorado

Leaving the mountains, we traveled south to the iconic desert landscapes of Monument Valley in Arizona. We toured the area by car before hitting the desert for a hike to and around West Mitten Butte.

Monument Valley, Arizona

Monument Valley, Arizona

As we hiked, the sun sank lower and lower until it hid behind the buttes we were walking among, changing the landscape from orange to brown.

The next day, we took a guided tour of Cathedral Canyon in Arizona, passing through a few narrow slots and climbing a ladder to reach the “Cathedral.”

Cathedral Canyon, Arizona

Cathedral Canyon, Arizona

Cathedral Canyon, Arizona

Cathedral Canyon, Arizona

Finally, we visited Arches National Park in Utah on a hot and beautiful day, hiking to some remote arches and touring the rest of the area by car.

Marcy and Randy at Delicate Arch, Arches National Park, Utah

Trail to Delicate Arch, Arches National Park, Utah

Randy at Arches National Park, Utah

While I’ve never been one to fantasize about sudden wealth, I’ve caught myself imagining over the last few months how our life would change if we found a treasure valued at $2-5 million. As I left the West, I let that dream go, and I imagined this new “empty nest” phase of my life stretching out before me, no treasure chest stuffed into my duffel bag, but the path ahead strewn with gems just the same.

Desert highway, Arizona

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