My apologies dear readers for
today's tardy entry. After a long
journey to Montana, I slept in!
I awoke late this morning to
pure fifty degree air pouring
through our open windows.
Talk about an invigorating
WAKE UP CALL!
What's better than mountain air?
It's so fresh, crisp, light, and
unadulterated! Just breathing
makes one feel alive. As a boy
we camped in New Hampshire.
My mother loved nothing more
than waking to fragrant balsams.
IMAGINE THAT!
New York summers are beyond
unbearable. Our forbearers loved
a Pocono or Adirondack respite.
Since air conditioning, most
now prefer a shorter ride to the
Hamptons or Bedford rather
that taking a private railroad car
up to Newport or Bar Harbor.
WHAT A SHAME!
Sitting here in Lewistown,
I prefer the mountains to beach. While I love to sun these tired bones on the sand, my heart is in the higher altitudes where my outlook is always positive. HAPPY FRIDAY!
