vacations at home

Spent the day lazily kicking around Lambertville and New Hope. We had no desire to travel far or anywhere, but mid afternoon we walked down the wooded hill that is across the street from my house just to say we did something. Truthfully whole days can ooze by while perched on this hill, locally known as Music Mountain, without knowing there's the "city" of Lambertville not far away. The backyard is secluded, the front porch looks out onto woods. If I had a pool there would be little reason to leave. I often like to sit on the front porch and watch the day saunter into evening and listen to the birds and watch the occasional bat flit overhead.

Anyway yesterday, after our New York City adventure, we decided to stay in town. We walked the trail through the woods that skirts the ridge, listening to the train whistle from the tourist line in New Hope across the river, and descended onto York Street and eventually made our way onto the bridge and the cool breezes off the water cooled our skin in the bright sunlight. South was Washington's Outlook on Goat Hill on the New Jersey side and further along after the river bends to the east was Bowman's Tower. We settled onto chairs on the patio at the Starbucks just over the river in New Hope and watched people and cars pass us as we sipped our rewards. Later my son picked us up in the Pathfinder on his way to his job at Staples and we bought salmon for dinner that we grilled with lime juice and cilantro that we ate with grilled tomatoes and a large arugala/spinach salad with pinenuts and avocado and mushrooms.

Later it was a vacation to nowhere on the blue Cape Hatteras hammock Janet bought me for my birthday a few years back and we swayed in the breeze near the now green forsythia and beneath the proud Tulip tree and were happy we were together.