Posts Tagged ‘vacation’

By the time many of you read this, I’ll be in my van on the road to Wyoming.  So it’s the start of a three-week blogging break for me.  Our internet connection at 7,000′ is quite slow, which is fine, as I’ll be spending my time riding, reading, hiking, and relaxing.  My parents will also be visiting for about a week, although unfortunately, my husband can’t make it. But I imagine I’ll be popping in to Instagram from time to time.  In the meantime, have a wonderful time wherever you are and whatever you’re doing.  When I get back, I’ll have lots of information and photos for posts, although I haven’t finished with France yet.  Isn’t travel grand?  Blessings to all of you and I’ll be back soon.

Headed toward this view…

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(Have you read any of the old books where the chapter titles are like my post title?) While waiting to find out whether or not our daughter’s flight will eventually leave Philadelphia (some weather issues somewhere), let’s look at my thankfully not-delayed flight to France three weeks ago.

Check-in went fine, but for some reason, both my carry-on bags were pulled aside to be hand-checked.  I have no idea why and of course, they’re not about to tell me, but finally they realized that I am an innocent (wo)man (thanks, Billy Joel) and I was through, onto my wait on the other side.  I spent as much time as possible walking, as I’d be sitting for most of the six hour or so flight.  Here’s a bit of O’Hare Airport art I passed a number of times.

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Leavin’ on a jet plane

Posted: May 29, 2017 in Travel
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It’s that time of year again, time for a trip to France and, because of that, time for a cyber break.  But you know I’ll be taking hundreds of photos that I’ll share with you when I get home, so in the meantime, those of you in my hemisphere, have a glorious spring.  For those of you in the southern half of the world, may fall be colorful.  See you in June.

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Today I’m trying something I’ve never done during the five years I’ve been blogging. (My fifth anniversary was just after the beginning of the new year.)  I hope you’re sitting dow when I tell you that…

I’m going to take a cyber break.


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Yes, it’s true.  I’m leaving today for Arizona to spend ten days with my parents, who don’t have internet.  While I’m there, I usually head over to the library every day to do my blog, read other blogs, check email, etc. as quickly as possible. This year, I’m going to not do most of those things. Although I’ll check (and delete most) email, I’m not going to be blogging or reading blogs during that time.  I will respond to any comments, however.

I anticipate it will be very difficult, because I haven’t missed a blogging day in five years and I enjoy it.  I also enjoy reading everyone’s blogs.  But I also anticipate that it will be both freeing and relaxing and that it’s something I need the discipline to do.

So TTFN.  I’m already longing to see y’all on the 31st.  In the meantime, all the best and don’t spend too much time online!

In the words from a book I read many, many, many years ago:

Don’t make a stranger of yourself.  Don’t forget me.  ‘Bye.

“Oh, the weather outside is frightful, but inside it’s so delightful” could have been written for our Chicago-area weather the last week.  Snow, cold temperatures, and frigid windchill have ushered us into winter…and I’m fine with that.  I went for a walk this morning with a friend who has two dogs.  We walk once a week in almost all sorts of weather.  I found that my years-old ski gloves are still warm and wonderful.  🙂  Truth be told, the cold kept away people from the Bureau of Motor Vehicles, so I was able to walk in and immediately get the tag for my van.  Gotta love that!!

This week, the Photo Challenge theme is “Anticipation.”  I’ll eschew the first things that come to mind at this time of year:  family being all together for Christmas, the house being decorated, Christmas Eve service.  But what does that leave me?

Those of you who know me know that the place dear to my heart is in the mountains of Wyoming.  I feel anticipation for all road trips, but that one fills me with joy.  I (and then we) have traveled the same route more or less since I was in college many, many years ago, so I see familiar spots as we drive along.  But this is the sight that makes my soul brim with happiness almost too great to be contained, because it means we’ve almost arrived.

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You know I’ve been to France recently.  (Did I really only get back one week ago???)  Here’s how the trip start, aboard a Lufthansa jet from Chicago to Frankfurt with a connecting flight to Basel.  With all that’s been going on in Europe, I avoided Paris, which seems to be a sort of terrorism magnet.

After I checked in (nice that they had a line for online check-in customers), I found myself at the end of a very long security line…that wasn’t moving.  Evidently there weren’t enough TSA people to open it, but when it finally opened, we flew, so to speak, through, without having to take off shoes or take anything out of our carry-on bags.

Finally found myself aboard and when we were all loaded, this face was staring back at me.


Although she was rather vocal, I was thankful to find that she slept during the night.  🙂  That’s “The Magnificent Seven” I was watching, but that was the only movie for me.  I had my Kindle and generally prefer reading.  I even managed to doze off a bit.  As morning dawned, this sight met my eyes during a walk to the back of the plane.  All imperfections are due to the plane window, but the view was wonderful.  I also saw some lights in Iceland at one point.


We arrived in Frankfurt in good time, whizzed through passport control, and I found my b-i-l, who works for Lufthansa and was there to fly to Basel with me.  That’s where things went a bit wonky.  We were all on the bus ready to be transported to the plane, when we  had to go back into the airport because of a mechanical problem.  Five minutes later, the flight was cancelled.  In the meantime, we’d found out that one of their dogs was deathly ill due to a tick bite and my s-i-l, who had to pick us up in Basel, was taking  her to the vet.


Thank goodness for a b-i-l law who knows the Frankfurt airport like his own home.  We left everyone else trying to get vouchers, speed walked about ten miles (exaggeration) to get our bags, hopped onto the train to the train station, shoved our bags into a large locker, and spent a bit of time walking around the city.  It started raining, but we made it to the market and had some lunch of bratwurst in brotchen, German rolls.  Then back to the train station and aboard the TGV for Belfort, much closer to home than Basel, and the fight to stay awake.  I won, but not by much.  What a relief to eventually arrive at their house in the quiet of the Voges forest!  It had been a long day!

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All aboard! Frankfurt train station

You can bet I was ready for vacation!

Sitting on the porch in the sunshine, being buzzed by a bright green hummingbird a foot from my face

The sounds of rain on the roof when I have a cup of tea and a stack of books

Encountering less people in two weeks than in one day in the city

Looking up to spot a deer on the other side of the meadow

The soft breath of a horse on my cheek

Looking as far as forever


A squirrel (or a chipmunk) pausing in its run across the porch railing to stare cheekily at me

An enormous hawk taking flight as we approach on horseback

A moose swimming in the lake

The night sky filled with millions of stars

The burbling of a stream

Riding for two hours without seeing any other people

Time to think…or not



The flowers that bloom in the spring,
Tra la,
Breathe promise of merry sunshine –
As we merrily dance and we sing,
Tra la,
We welcome the hope that they bring,
Tra la.
Of a summer of roses and wine.
And that’s what we mean when we say that a thing
Is welcome as flowers that bloom in the spring.
“The Mikado”, Gilbert & Sullivan

OK, it’s not spring.  But I might be forgiven for thinking it is and for thinking springtime thoughts. In recent years, the west has experienced lots of drought, when the grass for grass for grazing has been short and sparse and hay has to be purchased, rather than taken from the barn.  This year is different.  This year the grass, even in August, is lush, high enough for a horse to snack on without lowering its head and dotted with wildflowers.  It looks almost like spring.

This winter, the Big Horns had 22′ or more of snow, much like the “old days” and  justification for putting up brace poles inside the cabin before closing it for fall.  That translates into lots of water when the spring melt comes and that’s a good thing!  The cabin’s metal roof bent slightly under the weight of the snow.  During the winter, a person could walk on the snow from the rooftop of the tack room to the roof of the workshop.  A snowmobile wasn’t even useful as it would sink and have to be dug out.

Plentiful water means plentiful flowers, flowers which are usually gone by this time of year.  Although we’ve only been here two days, I have a few pictures to share with you and I imagine there will be more once I’ve had more time to go hiking.  In the meantime, enjoy these and don’t forget the sunscreen and either sunglasses or a hat.





As seen on our ride today…