On my weeklong trek to New England with my cousin, Kate, I had the wondrous opportunity to see parts of the United States I had never seen before, and to visit a place I had not been in decades. I also had eight days to get to know my cousin even better – I thought I knew her pretty well before – and to benefit from her words of wisdom, quick wit, and stories that, at one moment brought me close to tears, and at the next, sent me doubling over in deep belly laughter. As I write these thoughts on our first day home, I consider all that I saw and learned, and find myself a wee bit different from the girl who headed out of Kate’s driveway in North Carolina eight days ago.
These are some of the things I learned.
There are many mountain ranges in the Eastern United States. Each one is beautiful and majestic, and each one is different. There are the Green Mountains, the White Mountains, the Allegheny Mountains, the Adirondack Mountains, The Shenandoah Mountains, the Blue Ridge Mountains, and the Great Smoky Mountains. Did I leave out a mountain range we saw from a distance, traveled over, or skirted around? If I did, I apologize. It isn’t intentional. As we traveled, I couldn’t help but marvel at these old, old mountains, and try to imagine how they were formed millions of years ago, about the forces that pushed them upward toward the sky, and how the years have weathered them and taken away their jagged edges. They are all now covered in green trees, which do their part in cleansing Earth’s air as well as doing a great job in the life cycle on the planet we call home.
You can’t completely trust OnStar. And we got lost more than once, even with the technology of GPS and a pleasant female computerized voice directing us which way we should go. Thank goodness for old-fashioned road maps and a handy atlas. Thanks to all of these, we are home now and not still wandering around some cornfield in Pennsylvania or around a finger lake in New York.
Speaking of cornfields – there are enough in Pennsylvania and Virginia to fill my need to see a cornfield for a lifetime. What do they do with all that corn? Is this the source of the ethanol that our cars burn along with gasoline in our cars? They certainly were beautiful, and went on for miles and miles, but I couldn’t help but wonder, why so many?!
The Amish people were lovely. I need to do more research on them. They certainly dress the part and drive horse drawn buggies. Their farms are beautiful and picturesque. I couldn’t get over, however, that they seemed to have a fabulous tourist enterprise going for them: buggy rides, quilt shops, bakeries (yes! The cinnamon pretzels were to die for!), and petting areas where people can buy food to feed goats and chickens. I don’t question the Amish simple life, and I long for such a life of my own, but it did seem awfully commercialized to me. Hmmm. Like I said, I need to do some more reading about this to satisfy my curious mind.
It’s not so easy going back in time. I visited the college where I graduated, and realized that it is no longer a college, but a university. As I walked through the campus, I recognized a few of the buildings and one pond, as well as a shady area where a friend and I used to sit and talk between classes. Nostalgia is a funny thing, and it caught me by surprise as I sat on a bench and bawled my eyes out, remembering the three years that I spent in school there. The past whispered to me with remembrances of those special days, and I was dumbfounded with how so much time could pass. I am now white-haired, and my working career is coming to a close in a few short years, but I am still the same young woman who had her whole life stretching out in front of her only yesterday. How can time play so many tricks on me? It doesn’t seem quite right.
There are a few friends in one’s life who only grow dearer with the passing of time. I had the treat of a lifetime to visit with one of these friends on my trip. We calculated that we had not seen each other in approximately thirty years, but when she and her husband picked me up at my hotel to go to their house for dinner, it was as if no time had passed. When I stepped into her home, it was so familiar to me that my breath caught in my heartbeat for a moment. Her kitchen table where we used to drink tea and talk were gone due to her kitchen remodel some years back, but the feeling hadn’t been updated or remodeled. I have no words to explain what it was like talking to her and visiting again after so many years.
And lastly, I learned that my cousin, Kate, and I are excellent travel companions. I couldn’t have asked for a more fabulous adventure as the one I shared with her. Even when we had tense moments in our travel, we breezed through them together without harsh words, or even negative thoughts about the other. In our conversations while traveling down country roads and interstate highways, and while enjoying a meal together or resting after a long day in a hotel room, her wisdom about life and living inspired me and made me think and reconsider some things about myself.
It was a great trip! We are now curious about where our next one will lead us.