One Amazing Turtle

 

The Turtle moves me. What can I say? To so many places I would never be able to see without her. To a strength I never knew I had. Her heart is small but powerful. A mere 4 cylinder putt putt engine pulling such a top-heavy load. The Turtle should be showing up at antique car shows.Instead she is chugging up mountains like The Little Engine That Could. Both of us chanting, I think we can. I think we can. And we have. Across the United States and parts of Canada and in every direction for the past 4 years. Anything more we are blessed with at this point in our journey, would be like double frosting on a triple layered wedding cake, and I would proudly place The Turtle on top of that confection in a heartbeat.
How can one leave home and never have left home at the same time? That is what it feels like when I am camping in The Turtle. I am the driver, but many times it feels like I have been transported to my camping spot by something else. I wake up in the morning to see a new scene as if I were on a train in the sleeping car or on a cruise ship sailing between exotic islands while I slumbered.
 At other times, I am working hard to keep things ship- shape in, out, around and on top of The Turtle.
I am the chief cook and bottle washer. The mechanic. The map reader. I keep the fires burning and the tanks full. I cross my fingers a lot and my toes and whatever else needs crossing to keep her on the road.
She has taught me to stay in the moment, to let go at every turn, and to trust myself.

I thought I paid for The Turtle, but it turns out she was a gift from the Universe. I thought I was the sole owner, but I am sure my friends and family own a share. I know this because they treat us as if we were their own with loving care when we arrive out of nowhere at their doorstep.

Blue Clad Beings Invade Niagara!(Seeing the World Through Blue Colored Lenses)

 Selfies Abound On Board Maid of the Mist.

 Maori Prince is all Eyes for The Maid

 Is It a Bluebird Wonders Blue Band Invaders?

 And To Your Left, Blue Buddies, We Have the Niagara Blue Glacier

 Blue Bumble Bee Visits Niagara Falls While the Canadian Ship Thumbs its Nose

Our Blue Band Trudges to the Top to End it All..... The End

Something about the blue plastic raincoats turned us tourists into a rather comical photo op. I tried shooting through the protective covering of heavenly blue. The image with the caption, Is it a bluebird?, is an example. The Canadian ship was called, Hornblower. Not very poetic or romantic. They wore red plastic raincoats. The Canadian border is somewhere in the middle of the Niagara River. But who cares about borders anyway! Unless they are blue borders.

Niagara!!

Niagara!! Unbridled falls, unbound, veiled, harnessed, free floating, dammed up. Once they cut off all of its energy and power to study the effects of erosion. Its rawness could be controlled. I like the illusion better. Untouched like the bride before the wedding. Not made by the hands of man. Maid of the Mist. Marvelous Wonder of the World. I did not wonder. I was in awe.

Boogieing on Bulwagga Bay, NY, Hanging out on the Hudson, Gorgeous George, and Laconic Lake Locust

 Lake George, NY  Near Hague

 Lake Champlain, NY , Port Henry at Bulwagga Bay Campground

 Bulwagga Bay, Port Henry, New York

 Olana, Home of Frederic Edwin Church, Founder, Hudson River Art School

Lake Locust State Park, Pennsylvania

Mid September is a quiet summer's end, an interlude, a floating and sinking feeling. What would I give to hang on to its softness? Would I delete my winters, my springs, the coming fall? It's the changing of the guard, that's all.

Tinting, Tenting Tonight in the Kaaterskills

 Hudson River Valley at Stony Point, NY in a purple haze.

 Tenting tonight, tinting tonight during the War of Independence..the blue of red,white and blue

 North Lake Campground, Catskill Mountains, New York above the Hudson, green camping

A play on words, playing around, no color TV, high contrast to the mundane campsite.Tampering with nature which is after all what the Hudson River Art School did, I came to this realization after seeing some of the actual scenes in the Catskills.  I like the original name better: Kaaterskill,

Harvest Moon at Sleepy Hollow, NY

It's not time for the headless horseman, and  Rip Van Winkle is awake. This moon greets me during a sleepless night while camping near the Hudson River in New York. Not far from New York City and Nine Eleven. Harvest and upheaval. Horror and Amnesia. But I hang there in the moonlight forever harvesting hope. Remembering and Forgetting. Slide shows.

Beartree Campground, Mt. Rogers National Recreation Area, Virginia

Labor Day bike, kid and dog parade at Beartree Campground, not far from the Virginia Creeper bike trail near Damascus, VA.

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 The Turtle's awning and a tarp make a quick outdoor room..

 

Rain in the early morning hours stopped in time for coffee...

The rhododendrons made a cozy outdoor camping space for The Turtle and I.

At the end of the trail, I spied a Walden-like pond. End of August and already fall.

Good omen for the beginning of my journey towards the Hudson River Valley and the Adirondacks.

Toad in the hole for breakfast and off to a good start to Roanoke, VA