Carolyn
J. Rose
From the
earliest days of wandering tribes, travel has been perilous. Wild beasts. Lack
of water. Bad water. Lack of food. Harsh terrain. Raiders. Storms. War.
Many of those perils, unfortunately, remain. And new elements have been added. An occasional chain motel sadly in need of a good scrubbing and a staff overhaul. Outrageously incorrect rental car charges. And that damn virus.
I’ll get to some of that later, but first a few positive reflections on our trip to Upstate New York.
The
flight was tiresome but smooth and the deep-dish pizza at the
But
anyway, the next morning we headed to Herkimer (The sound of the word makes Mike grin) to meet friends and cruise on the
No mules were harnessed for our journey; a motor on the boat did the work. And we weren’t required to get out and open or close the locks.
After a
stop at Constable Hall where we touched a piece of history—a paperweight gifted
to the first owner by Alexander Hamilton, it was on to
Still
enjoying great weather, we drove through the Adirondacks to
Still, we forged on through the storm to see what was once, but is no longer, the world’s largest garden gnome—a gnome outstanding in his field.
And then
we returned to find we’d been billed for turning our car in 150 miles from
where we actually handed off and a day later. I expect we’ll be contesting that
for weeks.
And, when the fever and sneezing kicked in, we discovered I had a souvenir of the trip I didn’t want—covid. I’m better now. Not 100%, but strong enough to take on that rental car company if I need to. And, in a few weeks, I expect I’ll be ready to start planning another trip.