The older I get, the more I feel like I learn about the town where I was raised. You’d think that I pretty much had it covered, seeing as I did spend the first eighteen years or so of my life traipsing around it, but in my case years didn’t mean I had much covered at all.
This morning we traveled north along the Hudson River to my childhood home for a few days with family for Christmas. Every time I come back there’s always another trail or road or town to be seen and explored. The last few times we’ve visited we always end up dusting off the ol’ wellies, wading around the creek, and doing our best not to drench our phones, cameras, and, less importantly, ourselves. Clearly the freezing water and possibility of pneumonia didn’t deter us at all. I’m becoming brave in my old age.