This is now a few years old; however the content is ever relevant. We find ourselves in a moment in time which none of us ever imagined. This country of ours is so big and diverse. Each of us having a difficult time understanding how we arrived here.
Traveling the Nevada desert is traveling in a time warp.
Summer is quickly coming to a close. Children are in many cases back to school. Labor Day is a week away. The age old ritual of asking what you did last summer is here.
Here is what I did last summer:
This is in response to those who asked:”Who are you?” It is a least a dimension.Boats have always been a part of my life. Naturally interwoven with the story of Newport.
As promised, here is the completed version of my post about a month ago.
I found my self reluctant to leave Lancaster county and the Amish. For me, they exude a calm that was very pleasant to experience.
I am reminded of my years in school where reading those poets who rue the loss of the pastoral life. I understood intellectually the discussion that ensued, however I never felt their words; that is until today.
Probably the first time I heard of the Oregon Trail was a western movie. It was much later before I heard about the Oregon Trail in school; and it was this summer I actually saw it.
Quickly done and I should wait to publish it; however I am rather pleased with the way it is coming together. I will post a finished copy later.