Author: janaseitz1
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Chasing Waterfalls
I got itchy for adventure towards the end of May as always, so I bid adieu to my sleeping babies and headed West from Indian Village to Indian Nation with a map and a goal: Niagara Falls. It’s beckoned to me like a siren on a sea rock since the day we moved here. I’d…
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Quarantine Crazy… Get Me Out of Here
Well, here we are. All we have in common is our misery, and the least we can do is share it. No need to wax philosophical on how essential outdoor time is…or how interesting it is that it’s all we have left for now. Let’s make the best of it. I’ve shared some of my…
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Ye Old Croton Aqueduct
A marvel lurks just beneath the surface in Westchester. The Old Croton Aqueduct. I hit the mother lode with this one. A walk on the OCA is one through the history of NYC, with something for everyone. Tales of Alexander Hamilton and Aaron Burr who were involved in early searches for water. Sojourner Truth whose church is along…
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Another Jersey
There’s a ring of woodlands about an hour from here, the lakes region of northern NJ, due west on 287 until it banks a hard right north onto I-87 to avoid a mountain. In spring and summer, its beauty is evident: lush forest and babbling brooks, wineries and apple orchards, and of course, lakes galore…
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Outside, In
Ahhh January. Time for resolution and new beginnings, whether trivial (younger thinner blonder richer) or meaningful (wiser kinder healthier humbler). Let’s focus for a minute on the trivial, just for kicks. There ain’t much happening in the natural world right now to explore. No flora or fauna, snow or ice, so I explored some un-natural things, man-made…
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Bring The Mountain to Muhammad
My mind roams while my body is fenced in on yet another short cold gray day. Winter just makes me sick, as in I can’t breathe and I’m in bed sick. I’m don’t mind the cold, but it’s tough on me. I can only conclude I’m allergic to it because I’m southern. I must lack what it…
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I Am The Lorax, I Speak For The Trees!
I will never again take a Christmas tree for granted. That pretty thing in the corner upon which you hang ornaments and under which you hide gifts is a huge labor of love. I can’t think of a more fitting metaphor for Christmas: a seed is planted, the object grows into a thing of beauty…
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Yes, We Have No Bananas
When you search for one thing, you often find another. That’s the tacit part of “seek and ye shall find”. As the Rolling Stones said, “you can’t always get what you want, but if you try sometimes you just might find you get what you need.” For example, I set out recently to find Blackfish on…
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Take Flight
The madness which overtakes me each Fall is astounding, a crazy rush of adrenaline I can hardly control, like seasonal middle-aged crazy. I imagine it akin to that burst of life one has before shuffling off the mortal coil, autumn closing in and all that. It’s driven, of course, by the fact that it’s almost over.…
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Crossing The Delaware
George Washington launched the Delaware into our national lexicon by crossing it on Christmas night 1776 to attack the Hessian troops occupying Trenton, NJ, turning the tide of the American Revolution. He was on the lower Delaware, the tidal portion which flows past Philadelphia and Trenton, Camden and Wilmington. The landscape changes dramatically from lower…