The culmination of all this Unencumberment was a pretty massive undertaking, which involved family van-ning it all the way to Maine and back. Such a delight, summer vacation without the constant preoccupation (OK< I'll get up really early and run 8 miles, then sneak onto my bike tomorrow) etc…Free to enjoy Niagara Falls (Canada side).
And ahhh, Unencumbered swimming. It was only after about ten days on the road that I sat at a beach in Acadia, thinking…hmmm….I wonder if right about now I might see some triathlete in training dip his/her foot into the water and get ready for "a swim." I'm just about ecstatic that my two strokes of choice this summer have been breast and side stroke. More, I left the goggles at home, just about every beach day. Ashby and I enjoyed one glorious afternoon on the shores of lake Ontario. As I gazed over the vast expanse, I felt the chill of knowing that this whole region inspired so many of the Joyce Carol Oates stories that I love so much. The still in the air took me to another place.
|Lake Ontario! Upstate New York. Four Mile Creek State Park.|
|Half Moon Pond State Park, VT|
|Lighthouse not far from campground (self-time photo)|
|Peter took this shot. What a perfect afternoon. Driving Acadia with two rowdy teenagers and two adults laughing and laughing and laughing.|
|Visible competence, comes with the near approaching fifteen year mark.|
By the time we returned to Vermont and dropped in on some terrific friends, we were fried. It was clear to me, by this time, that had I tried to continue training through my adventures, the whole thing probably would have exploded, so a great year to take off. We were able to indulge Burlington's great feel and connect with friends, get cleaned up, and ready for a very long drive back home. I've said, many times, that our magical four years in Vermont, seem as if a dream. By no means was it a perfect place for us to live, but the wonder and lifestyle, community and terrain was great for our very young family. We miss it, sure, but not until we saw the mountains, trees, skies, friends, and water that we were overcome with the passage of time. We only left, assured, that we need to continue making time in our lives for our community as it extends in every direction from our current locale.
And best, last. We came home to the culmination of a season's work. Absorbing Mom and Dad's furnishings into our Queen Anne bungalow, finishing the kitchen, a dear friend tended and painted and made sure it was amazing when we walked in the door.
Carpet! Art! Clean!
|Lavendar! Induction stove!|