“Take my hand! I want to show you something cool!” That’s the kid in me hollering at you excitedly. “Come on! Come on! Hurry!!! It’s really, really cool!!!”
Clearly there’s still a lot of child in me. I often feel like a kid out here, exploring much like I did with my brothers in our young and carefree years. It surprises people to learn I’ve never plugged into cable or satellite in my motorhome, but I’m happier not being faced with the pain, and hatred, and greed and manipulation that fills our airwaves, and our world. Being tapped into daily media always left me with lingering feelings of dread, and despair, and doubt. But I feel none of those out here in nature, only a sense of awe and wonder. On the rare occasion doubt enters my mind it’s something like, “I doubt that’s grizzly scat.”
At the suggestion of my friend Scott, who grew up in New York, I landed in the town of Watkins Glen at the south end of Seneca Lake, in the Finger Lakes region. Shortly after settling into my campsite I went for a walk… up Watkins Glen Gorge. From the parking lot you can see the first of 19 waterfalls, and from there you enter the gorge through a tunnel. The moment I stepped through that tunnel I was completely entranced, and remained spellbound with every step.
If we were actually sharing this walk we’d be discussing the happenings in your life, and in mine. But much of the time we would be silent… mesmerized by the beauty, tantalized by the gentle mist on our skin, breathing in the damp, earthy aroma… This is life at it’s best.
“See? I told you it was cool!!!” 🙂
Before I close I have to say a special thank you to the women in the office at W.W. Clute Memorial Park and Campground. From this point forward I was moving through an unfamiliar part of the country, and at a fairly quick pace in order to catch the autumn color in several states. They were wonderfully accommodating and helpful with suggestions on places to visit along my route. I also met some delightful folks in this campground, and to all of them I send a warm hello! I hope you’ll all enjoy knowing that you travel along with me in my memories of Watkins Glen.