My Suburban Escapes
Day Trippin' in Lower NY. Get Out In It.
Author: janaseitz1
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I’ve spent the past three months hiking a trail on which I never thought I’d find myself: The Campaign Trail. I often dream of doing a long stint on The Appalachian, Empire State or Pacific Northwest Trail when the time is right. But The Campaign Trail never crossed my mind. My wish was granted, but…
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One of my favorite things to do is explore a place from opposing points of view: by land (on foot, bike, train, car) from water (by kayak, motorboat, sailboat, swimming) or by air (commercial plane, small plane, hot air balloon, hang glider). To study a place from different angles is to know it intimately. The waterways…
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I have the best summer job ever…even though I’m way too old for summer jobs. I get to be a camper…and get paid for it. For six summers I’ve hiked and kayaked with teenagers, heading off for parts unknown in the morning and returning each afternoon with hearts full of confidence and toes full of…
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When my trusty ol’ ski boat I brought up from Texas (“The Come On Y’all”) sank into the mud at the bottom of the Hudson River several years ago, I thought it best to find another way to enjoy the water. I forced myself and Husband to spend a chunk of our vacation on Cape…
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Although we all call Rye home, most of us aren’t from here. We hail from all over the world, often finding our way through New York as so many before us. “Home” becomes a nuanced term when you’re not from where you call it, especially when you’ve started your own family whose home it is.…
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Oh goodness now I’ve gone and done it. I’ve fallen in love. With a friar. Actually 3 friars….and a retreat guide. Not the kind of love in the movies, but rather a healthy dose of “agape,” the Greek word for a love of everyone, whether family or strangers – God’s love. In a Lenten attempt to…
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There are more things to dothan are dreamt ofin your own philosophy. Hamletby William Shakespeare Westchester County covers approximately 450 square miles bordered to the west by the Hudson River, to the east by the Long Island Sound, to the south by New York City and to the north by Putnam County and Connecticut. It…
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Let’s face it: we’re all going a little crazy. We’ve been good – really really good. We’ve stayed home with our families for a solid year now. We’ve become intimate with our own houses in ways we never imagined possible. We’ve become more self-reliant, realized that less is more, and returned our focus for the…
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It was thoughtful of the winter gods to give us a parting gift right before March roared in. That (hopefully) last snowfall was perfection, like a robin’s-egg blue box with a big white bow on top. Everyone was snug as a bug in a rug before it hit, plenty of snowplows standing by to clear…
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“Open your eyes and see what you can find with them before they close forever.” All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr When the time comes to turn myself loose ‘til suppertime, I hit the road. It’s the oldest trick in the book (!!ROAD TRIP!!) but you forget about it as life creeps in requiring…
My Suburban Escapes 