Goodbye New England, and Hello Adirondacks!

It's been a long time now since I last posted in the Sally Chronicles. I feel like I've neglected my blog during some of my travels, Peru, Taipei, my pacific coast trip, and a few others.. But this time I am traveling with my Dad. So now the whole family, and any one who is amused by my father's many antics and eccentricities, can follow as we sally on.

We got to rough start. We stayed at motel in Keene last night and then ran around Keene for a few hours. We had to drop things off at the Antioch free room, (I think I've left enough clothes there now to adequately fill closet of any petite, theatrical, soprano.) And I had 7 boxes worth of books  of stuff to mail, and the van is completely packed, (thanks to Joe Yazvak, no idea how we would have gotten on with out him.) Buddhism, I think is always the most appealing when I am moving. 

  

We began our sally into Vermont, stopping at Whetstone Station in Brattleboro. We were seated with a beautiful view of the river.  

 

  

 

 

 Then we sallied on through the very beautiful state of Vermont. We stopped to use the restrooms at The Vermont Bowl Company ... And ended up spending over 40 dollars there. The drive was absolutely gorgeous. Truly stunning.

We then entered NY, I gave my dad the option of 2 different routes that were supposed to take the same time, one shot down closer to Albany, the other would take us through winding country roads. He chose the latter. I ended up feeling a bit car sick, but the scenery was totally worth it. Though I'm sure we would have been able to see more of the mountains if it were clearer. 

My mother had sent us to find our ancestors family plot, last used around 1850. (I'm sure she will correct me on this.) So we drove into an industrial area, and then located a plot of land covered in trees and we began searching for grave stones... We did find it. It was very small and very overgrown. I'm surprised my dad managed to spot it in the trees. It was sort of neat, a small plot of graves in the trees, surrounded by all these warehouses. Amazing to find the graves  of my ancestors in such a humble setting. It also reminded me of all the times I used to spend in the graveyard at Kawaiha'o church. I would wonder about their lives, their personalities, and if they still had any family.

 

We sallied forth into the Adirondacks. We are staying at a little motel in Speculator. It is gorgeous up here, but once we got here it was too dark for pictures but I will be sure to take some in the morning!