Are We There Yet?

  Even those of us who were born in the ancient times of America’s mid century have only vague recollections of what automobile travel was like before freeways and interstates came into existence.  Just to refresh our collective memories, here’s a peek at what setting out for a mountain vacation might have looked like in 1958,…

First There is the Mountain

  And Its Name Was Gold   The history of Mohawk Valley as it is known today begins with three prospectors by the name of Asa Gould and his two partners, Friend and Jamison whose first names have been forgotten. Upon their arrival, with gold on their minds, the three split up to occupy and begin…

A Fine Day

  A fine day that no word can diminish. Slowly unfurling, creatures emerge from storm battered shelters, Faces upturned toward sun’s unfiltered warmth melt into innocence. The River has delivered her ultimatum, yet without malice Slips quietly from the unimaginable to resume the ancient course. Shop doors flung wide greet Sunday strollers, stretching their legs, meeting no strangers,…

A Fine Day

  A fine day that no word can diminish. Slowly unfurling, creatures emerge from storm battered shelters, Faces upturned toward sun’s unfiltered warmth melt into innocence. The River has delivered her ultimatum, yet without malice Slips quietly from the unimaginable to resume the ancient course. Shop doors flung wide greet Sunday strollers, stretching their legs, meeting no strangers,…