Yes, Virginia, Niagara Falls flows north

Seeing photos, film and hearing songs about the mighty, romantic Niagara Falls has always made me long to see them for myself.  Upon excellent advice given by my lovely friend, Kathy (see “Meet Kathy”), I was to soak up the views of the Canadian side of the falls to my heart’s content then head up to Niagara-on-the-Lake, Ontario to take in a show at the Shaw Festival. Continue reading

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Buffalo AUNTics

If you must hold yourself up to your children as an object lesson, hold yourself up as a warning and not as an example.”

This was the quote from Shaw in the beginning of the program of Misalliance that I saw in Niagara-on-the-Lake, Ontario, and I giggled thinking about my daughters and wondering if I am being a warning or an example. Whichever way the wind blows I hope they will glean that life is to be lived to the fullest. Continue reading

Glowing in the dark…

Me and Robert/Cassius

I’m falling a bit behind in my posts, having too much fun experiencing life. But I need to quickly acknowledge a stop in Johnstown, PA on my way to Buffalo, NY. I texted Robert, the young man I met at American Shakespeare Center in Staunton and he offered to take me “dancing at the best view in town.” An offer this girl cannot refuse. Continue reading

Two guys and a blonde

Entrance to Shenandoah NP

If you followed my last post, I left Staunton sipping iced tea generously provided by my B&B hostess, singing “My Heart to Yours” over and over while driving into Shenandoah National Park. I was giddy, like a kid going on a secret treasure hunt. There was something magical about a road that is a park that you can only drive on after you have paid and gone through the Ranger kiosk. Continue reading

My heart to yours….

“I’m digging those boots,” said a man at the Staunton farmer’s market. My boots (see post “What’s with the boots?”) are still like a siren’s song drawing people to me but hopefully without dashing them to pieces on the rocks. It was too hot to wear them in Georgia and South Carolina and I missed them, but now they’re back!

Beautiful Virginia

Driving into Virginia I was struck by the clear air, it was as if I had cleaned off my dirty, smudged glasses and could see crispness again. There were sweet peas growing wild along the rolling-hilled highway, everything green and lush. But something about the atmosphere was welcoming and I embraced the feeling of coming home. Continue reading

Flying takes wings and guts

Smoky’s from Cades Cove

I was all a twitter to be heading to Great Smoky Mountains National Park. I made reservations at a Tripadvisor recommended motel in Townsend, TN. Let me just say that Tripadvisor has thus far, never steered me wrong. I have used it a lot on this trip for hotel and restaurant advice and can happily report to accurate data. It’s nice to have a reliable source for travel info when you pull into places you have never been before. Continue reading

Rocking chairs, porch swings, a sultry-heated fairytale

Tonight’s musing spot

I sit here typing in a rocking chair on the porch of my motel in Townsend, TN, reminiscing about my last 3 days in Asheville, NC. Porch swings and rocking chairs are popular here in the south where the weather is sultry and languid, and I am getting rather attached to them. There’s nothing quite like swaying with the descending sun as the temperature thankfully drops a few degrees. Continue reading

Charleston and her charms (Part TWO)

Shem Creek, SC

I slept late the next morning enjoying the quiet of waking up in a neighborhood rather than a hotel. DeAnne has a screened-in back porch area with rocking chairs and a cute black cat named, Lily. Both were adored. My ankle was giving me more pain so I was ready to take it slower, and DeAnne had the day off and was happy to show me her neighborhood highlights. We went to Shem Creek for lunch and sat on a deck overlooking a heavily trafficked boating canal. Continue reading

Charleston and her charm (Part One)

Sunset from Pitt Street Bridge

I sit here rather dumbfounded and stunned. Once again my pathway has opened up into a beautiful sunlit sea, one filled with laughing gulls, blue crabs, dolphins, bridges, pelicans, tiny fiddler crabs that scuttle and hide every time I tried to take their photo, soft sandy beaches and shrimp boats. Continue reading

In the eye of Beauty

I passed a young man sitting on a wall on the Savannah waterfront. He was dressed in chef attire, those black and white, small-checkered pants, white shirt and a very interesting black and white hat. It looked like he was on a quick smoke break from his job at the nearby Hyatt Regency. We caught each other’s eyes and I smiled and said hello as I continued my brisk pace up the sidewalk and he said “you are beautiful.” Continue reading