The World is a book,

and those who do not travel

read only a page.

~ ST. AUGUSTINE

So,,,another one of those transitional days that cannot decide if it wants to be winter or spring. M & I fulfill our obligations, which is to say we work, and workout, and then the day is ours!

 

Our decision is final,,,,all housework will be there on the next cloudy day. It is sunny if not warm, so we are out of here. 

 

Living on a bay of a lake, we have adventured far enough to drive around our own Lake Erie. We have been to South Africa, China, Cambodia, Egypt and more,,,,but,,,,we find that we are not masters of our own domain. So,,,,the decision is ,,,we shall pick a nearby lake (Chautauqua) and drive it's perimeter today. We do not do this absentmindedly ,,,oh no,,,,, we do it intentionally with little regard to the snotty little private alcoves, etc,,,,and we do it with a critical eye pretending that at any moment we could and would buy the properties that we are seeing. The fantasy of the ownership of every single house gives us the power and the confidence to invade these roads.

  We love the vistas and the farms and the Amish with their laundry out. The road is straight, desolate, and endless
Out of the blue, there is a flooded road full of ducks,,,,,go figure. 

Then, there appears a church from the woods and we are in New England.

And to appear are other treasures,,,there are small boys fishing,,,there are abandoned buildings with signs from worlds gone by, and there is the endless road.

 

We are travelers. Ten miles or 10,000 miles,,,,,,,is it the next bend?  What pray tell will be around that bend,,,,,we need to know!