I finally made it up to my fathers ski condo in Windham, NY. Even if only for a couple of days it was peace on earth. The lamb and the lion chilling together got nothing on this experience.
You step on to the porch and immediately BAM-mountains for days. Looking forward, a small pond houses countless bullfrogs croaking back and forth to each other like two Jewish women kvetching over latkas and kugel.
I gazed upon this while drinking my morning coffee poetically enough out of a Red Rocks mug. Steps away, the hot tub purred and I thought this is the perfect place to not think…..wait, stop thinking. Stop thinking even about thinking.
The town has carved a trail that leads to civilization and we walked it to earn our morning goddess omelette at Higher Grounds, an artisanal coffee/breakfast/all around chacki shop. A concoction consisting of eggs, feta cheese, tomatoes, and avocado. The rye toast was fresh and thick. I recommend it to anyone looking for a quick nosh before an active day.
They’ve built several new bridges. The names are up for grabs for the meager price of $5,000, $10,000 or $25,000. Someone hurry and win the lottery so we can have some fun with this. I wouldn’t mind the thought of equally hiring a live action troll to live underneath one.
Before seeing Jurassic World-I am not ashamed to say for me my second time I beat my father at a friendly game of Skeeball. All of those countless hours in the basement of a Brother Jimmies midtown east playing the arcade game competitively have finally paid off. We also stopped by a local pub with an amazing craft beer selection called Cave Mountain. I opted to try the flight which showcases their popular brews. The honey blonde was my favorite and not just because it could equally be used to describe me. I have found my beer soulmate next to a machine that dispenses fireball shots. Color me classy.
And as we always have and always will-we hike. Quietly crossing muddy rocks this is our comfort zone. Finding our way to a half broken lean to we sit.
When I first arrived I found two pieces of my past. One-my annotated high school copy of Walden. Underlined with notes…..I didn’t understand the value of solitude then. Now, looking back having a hoard of high schoolers annotate Walden is not going to teach them anything. It’s not until ten years later when life has been triumphant, lagging, difficult, euphoric, and a great many other adjectives that the value of silence, of nature is understood.
Nostradamus was my favorite.
People are interesting creatures.
I understand why my father calls this place his fortress of solitude. Everyone needs a place to go when they feel as though they might fall apart. Mine just happens to be an episode of Grey’s Anatomy.