Itinerant Air-Cooled

Vermont on the way to Aopisa:




. . . a taillamp bulb check in the only spot I could find for such things:






Lovely country roads of my youth just clogged with commuter traffic all over the northeast:




This here's a covered bridge:




In Real Life, this was one of the most beautiful moments of the Itinerary, such a soft palette:




Never far from the stern reminders of our forefathers to fly straight, mind your manners, or go to Hell:




Then, of course, a modern call to sloth and gluttony:




A classic snapshot of Any Day On Earth for me, most usually a bike ride circa 1968-77




Little did I know that the 7:30 AM on my clock . . . (see further below):




Vermont knows how to scar a view as much as anyone:




. . . . . would become a terminal 7:42:40 :




Minutes after Clock Death, this is Manchester VT, and I am getting confused at my "excellent time" from Brattleboro to Aopisa's house:




Morning of our Marathon, the Son, the Father, and the wholly Guest:




Colder and crankier get I, but the beauty is still compelling here on the way to my mommy's house:




Adirondacks along the Northway (Interstate 87 to Montreal):








Just about 50 miles south of Plattsburgh NY:




Pulling into the driveway of my parent's house:





. . . with a view of Lake Champlain looking back at Vermont:



Y'all, my 83 year-old mom stayed up until 2:30AM chatting with me.
The timelessness of our individual relationships with our mothers, the Ushers to our very Existence, is severely focused by the very real relentlessness of each second driving us to the end of our journeys.
As my mommy would once have said, "don't blow it".
As I would have to reply, "ya can't."
Colin

So quaint.....soooooooooooooo quaint
ooops just threw up everywhere
ok then
sooooo quainttttt
Do all the houses have tea cozies by law?
gaaahhhhahhaahaaaaa

Lovely pictures. I've always wanted to travel New England, and especially the Hudson River valley. I recently watched The Last of the Mohicans (1992) and was struck by the beauty of the locations. Thanks for these little pieces of a glorious New England Fall.

Lanval wrote:Lovely pictures. I've always wanted to travel New England, and especially the Hudson River valley. I recently watched The Last of the Mohicans (1992) and was struck by the beauty of the locations. Thanks for these little pieces of a glorious New England Fall.

New England is certainly beautiful, especially at this time of year. However, those truly magnificent landscapes in The Last of the Mohicans which are supposed to be upstate NY were actually filmed around Asheville, NC I think. Inspired by the film, I plan a bus trip to that location in the not too distant future.

Great stuff! Your parents home is really beautiful. Is this the house you grew up in? What a place for a boyhood.

Jivermo wrote:Great stuff! Your parents home is really beautiful. Is this the house you grew up in? What a place for a boyhood.

That is the "quaint" little house they retired to.

We were a family of eight, so my boyhood home was a bit bigger . . . big enough to ride my bike from the reception room through the dining room across the back of the front hall to the living room then across the front of the front hall to the reception room where my mother told me, "that will never happen again."

1962 to 1967 Berryville, VA


1967-1977 Sandy Hook, CT (bonus if you can spot the VW bus):

hambone wrote:So quaint.....soooooooooooooo quaint
ooops just threw up everywhere
ok then
sooooo quainttttt
Do all the houses have tea cozies by law?
gaaahhhhahhaahaaaaa

Settle down.
This house has a real history, of sheltering families, hard times, good times, a serious stretch of dereliction, and an amazingly intact photo record, stretching back to 1836.

http://www.essexonlakechamplain.com/arc ... ouse-farm/

(EDITED 10/18 8:22AM inserted a comma and an "and")

Not just that house, all of them. I can smell the potpourri from here. And maple.
No one gets my humor.

Wow! Berryville...some great Civil War history in that part
of the South. I always stop in Winchester when I'm in the area, and scout out all the historical places. I "heart" Virginia!

hambone wrote:Not just that house, all of them. I can smell the potpourri from here. And maple.
No one gets my humor.

I believe I've heard it said that "one man's potpourri is another man's noxious fumes" or something to that effect. There is enough room for everyone's version of 'home' I guess ~

ML

Lanval wrote: There is enough room for everyone's version of 'home' I guess ~
ML

Childhood Home . . . 6,500 sq ft
Current Home . . . 47 sq ft

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Beautiful as always, Colin. You got yerself a pretty good life there.

Now Colin, I know you're a stickler for facts and truth finding, but I believe the first successful photos weren't until 1839 when Talbot and Daguerre made their first successful images.

Nedthenosyknowitallwhenitcomestolookingupwikipediaentries

nedsavoie wrote:Now Colin, I know you're a stickler for facts and truth finding, but I believe the first successful photos weren't until 1839 when Talbot and Daguerre made their first successful images.

Nedthenosyknowitallwhenitcomestolookingupwikipediaentries

The article said it was built in 1836. VW constantly used photos from different model years in advertis………… wait…………

nedsavoie wrote:Now Colin, I know you're a stickler for facts and truth finding, but I believe the first successful photos weren't until 1839 when Talbot and Daguerre made their first successful images.

Nedthenosyknowitallwhenitcomestolookingupwikipediaentries

This house has a real history, of sheltering families, hard times, good times, a serious stretch of dereliction, and an amazingly intact photo record, stretching back to 1836.

Keep me on my toes, Ned, I appreciate it.
Colin

(commas can change everything in a heartbeat, to wit:
Let's eat grandma!
Let's eat, grandma! . . . )