Here’s the problem:
Last summer after a 12 hour one-way drive, I spent one of the worst ten days of my life cooped up in a rustic dorm cabin in the middle of the woods with a building full of Olympic contending athletes -nice to look at- but virtually impossible to engage in intelligent conversation unless it meant talking about them and their somewhat meaningless exploits...
This summer (first week of August) I have the opportunity to stay with them again.
Oh joy.
But, this location is a five hour drive, it’s in a spot in Connecticut that I have kinda longed to visit. Five miles to the east is the small town my ?x Great Grandfather left in 1805 with his Daddy’s Revolutionary War land patent to seek a new life in the wild western frontier of Ohio... and this same location is also 7 miles west of where my ancestor on my Mother’s side first came to the ‘New World’ in 1641...
My Mother -as most of you know- probably can’t make the trip. She has another two weeks of Chemo to go to *hopefully* beat breast cancer.
In 1648 her/my ancestor began a ferry service across the river there in Connecticut... a service that lasted 200 plus years and the road to where the ferry was, still exists... his 1650 home still stands... I could (If I wanted to) rent a canoe and paddle across 363 years of family lineage.
I’m torn. Yes, I’d like to go. Yes, it’s probably the least expensive visit I could ever ask for. Yes, my Mother would just love it if I went and took tons of photos. Yes, no one on her side of the family has ‘been back’ in 206 years...
however...
It means another ten days in absolute social hell, and if I don’t take my own car, I’d take my bicycle - which sounds kinda wonderful. Also, I don’t travel with electronic gizmos, no cell phone, laptop, etc. so no connectivity to the outside world... and to be honest... it means a week plus of my life dedicated to the long dead...
So tell me,
if you had a similar opportunity...
why you would go,
or why would you not go?
Thanks!
-Kelly
Last summer after a 12 hour one-way drive, I spent one of the worst ten days of my life cooped up in a rustic dorm cabin in the middle of the woods with a building full of Olympic contending athletes -nice to look at- but virtually impossible to engage in intelligent conversation unless it meant talking about them and their somewhat meaningless exploits...
This summer (first week of August) I have the opportunity to stay with them again.
Oh joy.
But, this location is a five hour drive, it’s in a spot in Connecticut that I have kinda longed to visit. Five miles to the east is the small town my ?x Great Grandfather left in 1805 with his Daddy’s Revolutionary War land patent to seek a new life in the wild western frontier of Ohio... and this same location is also 7 miles west of where my ancestor on my Mother’s side first came to the ‘New World’ in 1641...
My Mother -as most of you know- probably can’t make the trip. She has another two weeks of Chemo to go to *hopefully* beat breast cancer.
In 1648 her/my ancestor began a ferry service across the river there in Connecticut... a service that lasted 200 plus years and the road to where the ferry was, still exists... his 1650 home still stands... I could (If I wanted to) rent a canoe and paddle across 363 years of family lineage.
I’m torn. Yes, I’d like to go. Yes, it’s probably the least expensive visit I could ever ask for. Yes, my Mother would just love it if I went and took tons of photos. Yes, no one on her side of the family has ‘been back’ in 206 years...
however...
It means another ten days in absolute social hell, and if I don’t take my own car, I’d take my bicycle - which sounds kinda wonderful. Also, I don’t travel with electronic gizmos, no cell phone, laptop, etc. so no connectivity to the outside world... and to be honest... it means a week plus of my life dedicated to the long dead...
So tell me,
if you had a similar opportunity...
why you would go,
or why would you not go?
Thanks!
-Kelly
JMO. If you go, have a great time!
*don't kill me yet*
