I have long since stopped counting the number of times I have driven the roads through Pennsylvania and upstate New York on my way into the Finger Lakes region to Ithaca. i’m the third generation of my family to travel these roads and there are at least two more generations after me that have begun racking up the same miles. It began when my maternal grandfather got off the boat and processed through Ellis Island…
My oldest son Roger shares my initials. I am Richard Albert and he is Roger Andrew. We have always figured that there was some benefit in sharing the same initials since monogrammed things like satchels and miscellaneous leather goods always look good wearing some intergenerational aging. We also both like the toughness and rugged image of the curled horned beast that protects the heard and roams the mountainside. I have to take responsibility for carrying…
I just spent a day doing something I don’t do much with people I haven’t seen often enough, and therefore learning and experiencing a lot of new things. The world is separated into people who love boats and boating and those of us landlubbers who never really caught that bug. In my youth in Wisconsin, the land of 15,000 lakes (even though neighbor Minnesota brags about having 10,000 lakes), I did my share of boating.…
I’ve recently seen a number of different things that address the issue of how much time we are all spending on our screens. For a number of years now we have all heard admonitions to children and young people about the fact that they are spending too much time in front of their screens rather than directly interacting with other human beings or out in the fresh air of nature. It’s always been hard to…
The combination of our first-half 2026 travel break and my rebuilding closet has caused me to rethink and reprovision my travel gear. Kim replaced her old suitcase set with Away luggage (our go-to brand these days), and while I had replace my carry-on, it was time after fifteen years to replace my larger checked bag before our Rhine cruise departure in late August. While doing that, I decided that I needed a different knapsack. To…
When my mother was 76 (four years older than I am now), she got remarried after a matrimonial hiatus of 35 years. She married Irving Aaron Jenkins, a tall and robust ex-classmate from Cornell’s class of 1937 who was once engaged to her best friend in college and who had been widowed (from a different woman) several years before they reconnected after their 55th reunion. Irving was a few years older than my mother and…
Shoulder season refers to the travel periods between peak and off-peak seasons, typically spring and fall for most destinations. For example, in Europe, peak = summer (June–August) , when there are crowds, high prices, and hot weather (though Europe seems to be experiencing especially hot weather this spring as well). Off-peak = winter (November–February), when fewer tourists, it’s cheaper, and some attractions are closed. So, the “Shoulder Season” = April–May and September–October, or the sweet…
There are two types of scaling that are on my mind this morning. The first is the kind that comes from hard water. Hard water is simply water that contains elevated levels of dissolved minerals, primarily calcium and magnesium, picked up as water moves through rock and soil before reaching your tap. It’s measured in grains per gallon (GPG) or parts per million (PPM) with the gradation definitions being Soft: 0–3 GPG, Moderate: 3–7 GPG,…
We’ve said for several years that we are prepared to travel less. Whether its about the guiltiness of affluence, the burdens of the road, the ache for extended comfort, the throngs at all the favored and best places, the growing realization that the wealth of the world is outpacing my once meaningful edge or just the creeping in of the dreaded “been there, done that” syndrome, doesn’t really matter in this moveable feast of an…
This morning it is 52 degrees and moist on the hilltop. I’m preparing for my trip back east on Monday and being sure to pack some beachwear for my sailboat ride on the Chesapeake and Rehoboth Beach combing when I visit my son, Roger. Something seems off with this picture. This May Gray day is not so atypical for this time of year in San Diego, but it never feels entirely right either. As part…