Notes from the border

The barrier for tighter security

Mementos of an active time

Years ago, I used to bring Francois and Stephanie to the country to visit Cornelia and they loved to go outside and play in the bushes. In those days it was wide open, not gated like in the picture. They would go beyond the bushes and when I would ask them where they were, they would yell back, "I'm in Vermont!" or "I'm nowhere!" .... if they were in the no-mans land between the borders.

Today, of course, with all that has happened security is tighter and one stays put on this side of the border. No more poking around or Homeland Security might show up. It is a lovely misty/rainy day in Quebec. A day designed for the road weary to do nothing but loll around and read and take a long soak in the tub.

Jay Peak in the distance with snow on the trails

When Stephanie (7-11 mos.) and Francois (almost 3) were very little we rented a house in the country near Jay Peak and went every weekend to ski. Every Friday I would pack up everyone, including a pre-made dinner for when we got there - a 2-3 hour drive depending on traffic and weather. One time we got caught in a storm and had to walk the last mile, going back a forth with a sled to bring the children and the food.

This trip to date has surpassed my expectations, and I am forever grateful that I took this time to fulfill what began as a day dream, and then became a "bucket list" item. To those who questioned the sanity of doing this alone, it has been a great experience and confirmed my belief that being over sixty, actually pushing seventy, and on one's own, should no be a limiting factor.