My Suburban Escapes

Hailing the healing qualities of nature has become quite de rigueur these epidemic days. As lockdown loomed people flocked to the only places left open, the Great Outdoors, instinctively gravitating toward that which takes the edge off, calms and strengthens, lends perspective to plight.  They came in droves, people who had never taken an interest or never had the time. They flocked to local greenspaces which altered their rules to accommodate, but for the most part welcomed all as long as they adhered.  One thing we’ve (re) learned for certain in the past six months is this: time spent in nature is time well spent, an age-old adage rather than a cliché.

I’ve been asked often since March about places to go, becoming a de facto “expert” on all things Outdoor. I’m certainly no expert, but I do know from experience the value of getting out in it.  I have a massive list of places I’ve been and things I’ve done in the area which I’m overjoyed to share.  My desk overflows with notes, photos, articles yellowing with antiquity, books and maps and charts galore…. file upon unruly file.  I’ve amassed such a collection that I’ve decided to organize it all in the form of a book, a slim tome to keep in your car for the next time you need a little adventure.  I’m calling it My Suburban Escapes: The Wanderings of One Westchester Wife (or something to that effect.) It’s in the works. Check out the Book Excerpts page for some snippets from the book!