Saturday, June 23, 2012
I have spent the last three summers tooling around Northern Ohio; beautiful backroads, wonderful weather, and Lake Erie offers a plethora of water activities. My time spent with 'My Daisies' this summer was a ton of fun...alas it comes to an end at oh-dark-thirty in the morning when we set out for a car trip back to Florida with my Daisy Ann and the Little Sprout (her great-granddaughter) Kyah.
My Daisies are the glue that has held my life together all too often, they are the ballast when I have felt like keeling over, and they are the incentive I have for staying active and engaged so as to enjoy my golden years. My Daisies have mentored me through the single motherhood years, helped rear my children, helped me survive the teenage years, and have taught me how to embrace life - wringing every last drop of joy from each day.
I've enjoyed the summer weather, cruising along the backroads in Ann's big Mercury....floating is more like it. Floating over the hilly asphalt as it winds through some of the most beautiful farmland in the country; it's reassuring really, to see the lush corn, wheat, and soybeans...the pristine farm houses, huge silos, and immaculate kitchen gardens. The Amish populate this area; horse and buggies are hitched to the post outside the IGA store, homemade baked goods, meats, and cheeses abound in the local markets, and the faithful preserve a life that mimics a bygone era. I'm amazed at the lifestyle and try not to stare at the Amish with their handmade clothing, hats, and homogenous look.
Three days spent relaxing, enjoying each other's company, eating, cruising the backroads, and of course laughing....always laughing.
Do you know the difference between a caribou and a reindeer? Reindeer fly! Just a little tour guide humor. The dark green, school bus looking vehicle pulled into the Denali Cabins gravel parking lot at 6am sharp to fetch the adventuresome travelers who were still chugging coffee in the early morning chill. It would be a 13 hour ride through Denali National Park, on the only road that slices through the 6.2 million acre par, and only 1% of tourists who visit each year, choose to do this tour. 1%-ers, that's us. Dave, our bus driver/tour guide seemed laid back and low key, so low key he was willing to wait more than 15 for a couple who were 'still in their room' when we arrived to pick them up. 38 1%-ers were on the bus and we were ready for the backcountry experience. Dave had a ton of history to share with us as we meandered to the park entrance, check it out online if you are interested. We were there to see 'the Mountain,' the highest peak in North America, Denali...
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