So...I just got back from comfort eating at a restaurant called the Texas Roadhouse. Why comfort eating, you ask??? Because I'm cold, I'm tired, and my feet and back are killing me, not to mention a dose of homesickness. Why the Texas Roadhouse??? Because it was close and "strapping on a feedbag" sounded promising. Well...now I'm too full. I feel dirty, probably something like how it feels to have an affair. I guess in every situation one must resist having anyone else's honey biscuits.
Vermont is gorgeous. The landscape is dotted with quaint little farms with, what seems like, an abundance of silos. All throughout upstate New York and into Vermont the terrain is roller-coaster-y...my stomach was actually weightless for a few moments in time today. Thank goodness Max has a seat belt!
It's cold...though it feels colder. This side of the holidays feels colder because you know its coming. It's not so much autumn, as the season of winter'a'comin'. The sky today was the color of smoke. I made it to Stillwater Reservoir today after 18 miles on a gravel road....no loons. I'm thinking they don't come right up to the dock, though. Perhaps I should have thought ahead and rented a boat.
This evening, I crossed Lake Champlain by ferry and headed into the Vermont countryside. Looking back, I saw the most beautiful view of the Adirondacks all day...the mountains were varying shades of charcoal until they disappeared into the sky. The sun sat low in the sky and the light changed from bright, to gold, to orange, to red. I'm afraid the sunset was so beautiful, the sun embarrassed himself and turned beet red, and ran to hide behind the mountains.
Below are some pictures from the past couple of days:
Kelley's Island is such a lovely place, and very important to Colleen's mom, Elaine.
Max on the ferry...doesn't take his eyes off me for a minute.
Leading up to Niagara Falls...
No...not everyone looked this good in their ponchos...only me.
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