And I've Been Called Antisocial!

Following a delightful summer of solo life in Canada, with a short pause in Maine, it's been a whirlwind month of dropping back into the social scene. Quite happily, it began with a delayed birthday celebration and included visits with 16 (I do believe) family members and dear friends of many years.  A few folks I'd seen just months ago; most pre-covid life; and one reunion was actually a first since 1980! There was plenty of conversation, a bit of reminiscing, some really great food, much walking about, and the joy of laughter. I'm almost out of words.

Allow me to mention the beauty of the fall foliage this year as I drove from Massachusetts to Pennsylvania stunned by the color red-orange, and while the Appalachian views through West Virginia were shades of gold, it too, was impressive. 

I dropped into the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia for a few days in the college town of Harrisonburg, just west of the Blue Ridge mountains.  It was fall for 48 hours then winter for the next 48! Nevertheless, I ventured out on two wheels and two feet to take a look at this new-to-me location. The historic downtown is quaint, the college campuses worth a visit, and the mountain views, plentiful. People of all ages were quite cordial and polite, though there doesn't seem to be a penchant for small talk.  

My descent south has begun with the social calendar on hold as I play catch-up with life, start writing again, pedal toward the goal, and simply relax! I'm now hiding in North Carolina for just a little while but I'll be back here soon.