March 22, 2016
Today Daisy and I headed out to Wilton Wildlife Preserve and Park in … You guessed it…Wilton, New York. Hiking humor. This was a day when we decided to have an “official” destination. I pulled off the side of the road…which is not easy here in the Adirondacks because there is nowhere to pull over unless you want to run into a ditch or tumble off the side of a mountain…and randomly punched in “park” on Google maps on my Android.
This is where we landed…enjoy!
On this day trip, Daisy and I just took a short trip literally “down the road” to the Saratoga Spa State Park in Saratoga Springs, New York. It was not such a great day for a day trip because the weather was unpredictable. Undaunted, Daisy and I bundled up in our sweaters and winter jackets and headed off to the park.
The first place we went to was the “Warming Hut.” For those of you that don’t know what that is, it is a place set up for people to come in out from the cold to “warm up.” Yeah…I’m being sarcastic. Anyway, Daisy and I went in there and tossed some wood on the fire, sat down, and grabbed lunch. After talking to my dear friend from Florida for almost two hours in the warming hut, Daisy let me know in no uncertain terms that it was time to leave and go for a walk.
We left the hut and took the following pictures. Enjoy!
On March 13, Daisy and I went for another daytrip. We didn’t intend to end up at the Kayaderosseras Creek Habitat, but we did…Oh how beautiful! Even though I am a writer, words cannot describe the awesomeness of what we envisioned. Have a look for yourself and enjoy the pictures.
As I was driving with my dog the other day on my day trip to Corinth, NY…although initially starting out I had no idea where I would end up…I was presented with a conundrum…nowhere to pull off and take pictures. Considering I was driving up a mountain, I guess that falling off a cliff was not worth the picture.
Daytrippin’ is the subject of my blog. The blog shows an evolution of not only my attitudes and interests; it shows my coming into my own as a part of the Generation X. I suppose at this age I should be wiser than I was in my younger years…maybe I am in some respects, but I have not really changed all that much since I was a young girl growing up in the Adirondack Mountains of New York. And that is the genesis of my departure from American politics and activism to a cross country journey towards self-realization.