Last Ride?

It’s November already but the great weather just goes on and on. I keep wondering, will this be my last bike ride for the season? Gary and I were just out in Denver, Colorado and woke up to a half inch of ice coating everything. No fun trying to chip ice off the windshield of the car using the plastic hotel room swipe key. Of course, the next day, it was 70 degrees. Crazy. I’m glad to be back in Pennsylvania where you can count on the forecast– mostly.

Last week we rode our bikes on the Delaware and Raritan Canal trail in New Jersey. What? The trail crosses through a golf course– never seen that before. 

No! Don’t even think about it. You know he’s thinking about it. 

I was sceptical about this trail at first. Especially when I saw the dirt path but it was smooth and easy riding. And spectacular, with a lake on one side and the canal on the other. Wow. 

I try to imagine what life was like, living in the small cottage and working the locks for the barges that traveled the canal. Such a different time. 

Beautiful Carnegie Lake. I don’t know if they allow motors but we see lots of kayaks and canoes. 

We rode about 9 miles from Port Mercer to Kingston where we knew there was a nice restaurant, Eno Terra, just a block from the canal path. Ratz! Not open until 4 o’clock. 

Hum… ride on and hope for food ahead? Or turn back, though we didn’t see anything on the way here. Gary better not be thinking about that golf course…

Hey, if we turn around, we can ride up into Princeton from the canal. Gotta be food in a college town. 

I did say “ride up”. It’s always up from the water. It might not look that steep but I got off the bike and walked because it was forever UP.

This is why I love exploring. First we rode through the University, with old ivy draped buildings and then wheeled our bikes downtown. There were street musicians playing guitars and a classical violinist. And we found a nice restaurant for lunch. 

The interior was so cool. I loved this chandelier made from lamp bases. 

One of Gary’s criteria for a perfect bike ride. Yeah, mine too. 

Walking back down to the trail, I learned that it’s pretty easy to guide the bike while eating a double dip heath bar crunch ice cream cone. Makes walking the bike actually pleasurable.

From Mulberry street in Trenton to Landing Lane Bridge in New Brunswick, the D &R Canal runs almost 40 miles. We rode about 9 miles, out and back, from Port Mercer to Kingston. Whoohoo! That leaves about 30 miles of trail to explore! Hopefully there are more gorgeous days left this season for another bike ride. 

My Turn

Fresh flowers and deserts– yep, it was my turn to host the Sometimes We Do Quilt Bee. Those limoncello cheesecake squares from Ina Garten’s, “Cooking for Jeffrey,” book were so good. 

I love Reveal Day! We’ve been working on our latest challenge. Make a quilt using stripes and solids. Karen set the bar high, showing her quilt first. Oh– we decided the quilt didn’t have to be completed– yeah, we ran out of time, even after extending the deadline a few times. We have lives! It’s a good thing!

Michele was very graphic and modern with her design. I can see this in her house so well. 

Peggy needed a baby quilt, so cute pinwheel stripes and solids, plus gift. Good idea.

Go big or go home! Susie knocked it out of the park. I want this quilt on the back of my sofa. 

Joan made not one, but three table runners. And she left them for me to longarm quilt, thank you! The background is a lovely linen-look fabric.

I decided to make my own stripes with inset stripes, using my Quilting in Layers technique. 

In addition to the Challenge Quilts, there was lots of Show and Tell. Patty made a T Shirt quilt. Her friend is going to cherish this memory quilt. 

Can you see the Halloween fabric in Andra’s quilt? You would not believe her collection of spooky prints. Modern and quite subtle for Andra!

Karen was crazy prolific, finishing up a bunch of projects. She’s going to be busy in the coming months and says she won’t have time to sew. Uh huh.

Hey Karen! I’m accepting Christmas presents early! Love this small quilt. 

Can you believe she is giving this away? Not to me, unfortunately.

Ginger just finished this T Shirt quilt for a customer. She captured a masculine feel to coordinate with the motorcycle memories. 

Peggy made this spectacular quilt. How about that piecing! She trusted me to longarm quilt this beauty. Lots of ruler work. 

This wool table quilt lives in Joan’s dining room with a pumpkin in the center. I bet this was fun to make. 

Pumpkins and jack-o-lanterns and witches. Andra made this cute dress and top for her granddaughter. Love that bit of ruffle under the skirt. 

Whew! That’s a lotta quilts and all I really want to do is go into my studio and sew stuff! 

Plans Change

I can’t believe I’ve been back from California for over a week. Note to self– schedule in a few recovery days at home following a vacation.  After a wonderful visit with our grandsons in Santa Monica, we got on a plane to SanFrancisco, planning to head to Napa for a few days of wine tasting. We had no idea that fires had engulfed the valley the night before. On the way to pick up our rental car, the shuttle driver mentioned the smoke drifting down from Napa. WHAT! That’s where we’re going! Gary and I sat in the parking lot, listening to the radio and scrolling on our phones for news. This was a serious fire. We were not going to Napa. We couldn’t even cancel our reservations. No cell service there. We later found out, our Inn Keeper had evacuated to a shelter. Wow. 

What to do? Just go home? Heck no! Never let it be said that we can’t scramble up a new plan on a moments notice. But… does it have to involve golf?   Sigh. 

We managed to get a room for the night at Quail Hollow Golf Resort outside of Carmel, and there just happens to be the lovely Folktale Vineyard right next door. 

We could only spend one night at Quail Hollow. It’s amazing how many folks fled the fires or were unable to get into Napa and have now traveled down south. I’ve never been to Carmel and I’m very happy to be right in the village where we can explore this quirky town on foot. Lots of the architecture looks built for gnomes!

It’s an easy stroll down to the ocean.

Can you imagine living with this view from your windows? We walked all around the ocean drive and marveled at the homes, built right up to the edge. They were not huge mansions with security gates.  The homes were all different and historical and had gorgeous, colorful gardens. I took about a thousand photos. 

We visited the church where Father Juniperro Serra administered to the missions he set up all along the coast of California.

Oh my gosh, I’d move to California for the farmers markets alone. And wine tasting was easily accomplished in tasting rooms all over Carmel. We bought a Wine Passport and could stroll to a tasting before dinner.

There is no shortage of wonderful restaurants in Carmel either. My favorite was Casanova. The food was delicious and history dates way back to the 1920’s when Charlie Chaplin ate here.

Of course The Golfer and I took the Seventeen Mile Drive along Pebble Beach. We stopped to buy a golf hat at Spyglass Golf Course… and just casually inquire if there were available tee times.  I think I was played…. a round of golf is $499, not including cart, caddie and tips. Heart palpitations! Nothing available for a week on any of the courses. Hey…. a hat is good!

I totally admit, I loved sitting outside at The Bench Restaurant in view of the 18th hole at Pebble Beach. Gary watched the golfers, I watched a whale breaching, flipping his tale and cavorting just beyond.  

Every night we listened to the news of the Napa fires escalating and saw on television the ravaged homes and whole neighborhoods. We heard the stories of lives lost, fighting and fleeing the fires, and heroism. My heart is breaking in sorrow for the people affected. Napa Valley and the surrounding area is a very special place and the community is strong. I hope I can some day travel back there and raise a glass of wine in toast to resilience and indomitable spirit and see the amazing recovery that I know will happen.  


Remember the butterfly wings I made for my granddaughters? And how I said NEVER AGAIN? In the back of my mind (way, way back…) I was thinking of how I could alter the pattern to create  wings that would appeal to boys. I have two grandsons with active imaginations, they need wings too, right! 

Four days before we left for California I announced to Gary that I was going to make Dragon Wings for the boys. He said he wished he had made a recording of all the whining I did during the butterfly construction. Not helpful, Gary. 

It’s different this time! I know what I’m getting into. I know it’s going to take four coats of paint so I bought LOTS of bottles– only one trip needed to Walmart. I discovered, in desperation, if you put the wings on the deck in full sun, they dry faster. 

Still, it’s a lot of tedious painting work. Can I just say, NEVER AGAIN, for real this time. 

Trying the wings on. Kids know exactly how Dragons fly. 

Ellis and Bodie had quite a serious discussion on what Dragons sound like. They roar, of course, and breath fire. 

But mostly, Dragons spread their wings and fly!   Hopefully not from the top of the really high swing set in their backyard. 

Cali Boys

Gary and I are in California enjoying some time with our grandsons. 

The cotton candy machine got a big, sticky thumbs up.

Is this the coolest bike for transporting toddlers! 

We all rode down the promenade.

How is this for perfect weather and a fantastic view. 

Down the incline to ride along the beach. 

We rode down to the Santa Monica pier on the beach walk then back home along the promenade. I’m really glad we didn’t have to push up that incline. 

Another Day, Another Refuge

Who knew a Wildlife Refuge was a great area for biking? Add to the list right next to Rail Trails! When I’ve driven to the airport in Philadelphia, I’ve noticed people biking on what appeared to be a paved path right beside I-95. I knew the John Heinz National Wildlife Refuge at Tinicum was there, but I had never been. A bit of investigation discovered miles of trails for walking or biking. 

Just to round out a full Philadelphia experience, we packed Italian hoagies from WaWa and had a picnic lunch, sitting on the bench. I can almost see the statue of William Penn on top of City Hall. 

The path parallels busy and noisy Interstate 95 and then turns into a shady dirt-packed trail. 

You quickly forget the urban proximity of metropolitan Philadelphia. The Lenape Indians lived here and called the place Tennakon Minquas, “islands of the marsh.”

When European settlers arrived they drained and filled the marshes, gradually reducing 6000 acres to only 200.  In the 1960’s, local citizens understood the importance of the natural wetlands and fought to re-route I-95 and save the remaining Tinicum Marsh. 

Today the refuge’s nearly 1000 acres of woods, pond, marsh and meadow are dedicated to wildlife conservation and the environment. 

There is a Visitors Center with exhibits and educational programs and special events. 

It’s pretty cool to bike right across a marsh and stop to view water fowl in their natural habitat.

Autumn clematis drapes the trees in white blooms and the scent is beautiful.

I used to have this prolific vine growing on my deck pergola. I wonder if it is considered an invasive plant in the Refuge. 

There are guides and signs explaining the vital roles this marsh plays in so many ecological aspects. It just might be the human species that benefits most. How wonderful to have a place of respit to connect with nature, find relaxation, recreation and peaceful surroundings, right on the doorstep of a major city. Thank you Senator John Heinz and supporters for saving and preserving this amazing wetland area. 


One of the things I love best about living in Kennett Square, Pennsylvania, is a short drive in any direction delivers you to a different environment. We are spending time with our friends Christine and Mark on the Eastern Shore of Maryland. That’s the Sassafras River behind Gary.

The Chesapeake Bay Area is steeped in history. I’ve wanted to see the new Harriet Tubman Underground Railroad National Historical Park since it opened in March. The Choptank River Region in Dorchester County is an area of wetlands, rivers and creeks, much as it was over 150 years ago. Tubman used her knowledge of the mazelike paths and waterways to navigate the landscape, and guide over 70 enslaved people to freedom. 

I am in awe of this remarkable woman. Born into slavery, she freed herself and others, served as a nurse and spy during the Civil War, worked for woman’s suffrage and founded a home for the elderly and disadvantaged.

The exhibits at the Visitor Center follow the story of Tubman’s life. It is an illuminating and emotional experience, involving all the senses.  In addition to the Center, there is a 125 mile driving tour documenting over 2 dozen sites and scenic vistas associated with Harriet Tubman. I left wanting to know more. Did Tubman come through Kennett Square, an important stop on the Underground Railroad? I will have to research that another day.

Right next to the new Park is Blackwater National Wildlife Refuge and miles of biking.  

Christine spotted three eagles soaring the thermals high above. 

We couldn’t decide if this was an eagle or osprey nest. 

Blackwater Refuge has one of the highest concentrations of nesting bald eagles on the Atlantic coast and is an important resting and feeding area for migrating and wintering waterfowl. It’s a great day to bike through the tidal marshes and loblolly pine forests.  

This could be a problem…  we decided to turn around and ride along the park boundary.

It’s just not everywhere you can stop at a local fruit stand and pick up some chicken necks as well!

Just down the road, we admired a catch of blue crabs, caught with chicken necks as bait. 

The crabs remind the guys that they are starving and seriously in need of a cold beer. Sounds good to Christine and me.

I specified outdoor seating with a view and crab cakes on the menu. Portside Seafood Restaurant in Cambridge was perfect. We were able to watch the drawbridge open for “working boats” returning from the day of fishing or crabbing. 

Two songs are playing in my mind, “Old blackwater, keep on rollin'” and “Follow the drinking gourd.” Landscape and environment, how people live in different areas, the history of place is so fascinating to me. There just isn’t enough time to do explore it all. 

Beach Babes

Surfs up! The Sometimes We Do Quilt Bee actually put down the rotary cutters and turned off the sewing machines at our annual retreat. Some of us put on swim suits and actually ventured into the ocean. I’m not saying who and they made me promise not to put photos on the blog. I can’t figure out why because we all looked smokin’ hot in those bikinis! 

I found this great string-pieced quilt on Pinterest. I’m a firm believer in bringing a project to a quilting retreat that doesn’t require too much heavy thinking. That way you can keep your focus on more important issues, like which wine compliments the entree? Red or white? And which desert to choose? Cheese cake, coconut cup-cakes or chocolate chip cookies?

I had a stack of light and dark strip-pieced blocks that I made at our “Bonnie Hunter Day” a while ago.

I needed to make the light/dark blocks for the star points. Usually in Bonnie Hunter patterns, you cut the dark blocks from corner to corner, parallel to the strips and the cut the light blocks the opposite way, then stitch a light and dark half together. But this design isn’t a Bonnie Hunter pattern and I had a revelation. 

Why not just strip the whole block, half light, half dark? The heck with cutting and re-sewing. 

I did want my center seam exactly on the diagonal. I matched a light and dark strip, right sides together and sewed on a premarked line, a quarter inch from the edge.

I pressed the two strips open.

Strip across the dark side then flip around and strip and sew the light side.

One star done. Yikes– the Pinterest quilt must have used smaller blocks because my star is 28 inches. A quilt set 3 by 3 star blocks would be about 84 inches square. That’s a big square quilt. 

If I set 2 by 3 stars and added a pieced block border, the quilt would measure about 70 by 98 inches. Closer to a twin bed size. I think that would be more usable than a giant square. I’m going to think about different border options. I need another retreat!

Thanks Peggy, for sharing your wonderful beach house. Thanks to all the Bee Buddies for good food and wine, for “therapy” and great friendship. We sorely missed those not in attendance. Until next time, Be happy and sew on.  


I came across these butterfly wing costumes on the blog. Who doesn’t want wings? My little granddaughters certainly do!

Why do these projects look so easy and end up being…..aaarrrghhh! The colorful wing on the lower right is finished. The upper wing has the first coat of paint. Key words being first coat. The fabric used is a stretchy black athletic-style knit jersey that soaks up paint like a Hoover.

The very excellent directions in the tutorial suggest using foil underneath the fabric because you need to apply the paint, let it soak in and dry. The different colors of paint– even using the same brand, differ in absorption and coverage. 

I set up wing production in the kitchen. After multiple layers of paint– like 5 coats– 4 days of painting, and 2 trips to the store to buy more bottles of paint– the wings were finished. 

I took this photo at midnight. I still had to complete the sewing and construction at about 6 am the next morning because we planned to leave for the drive to Virginia by 8.  

Butterflies fly free! The wings were a huge hit. The drape of the fabric was lovely and the wings fluttered and the costumes fit well.

I especially like the way the wings can fold down behind when the girls let go of the edge. They can use their hands or easily get in the car or on the school bus. 

All the work was so worth it to see the girls spread their wings and fly!

I didn’t have time to make the antennae. That craft project is up next for this doting MomMom. I’ve gathered all the supplies and read through the tutorial on the blog. 

It looks pretty easy…


The real reason for driving down to West Virginia was to watch son Tanner compete in the Beast Spartan Race. A Spartan Race is a timed obstacle race but also a sport, a community, a philosophy, and a training and nutrition program. Races are run all over the United States and it’s a real festival with 60,000 people, venders and food, music and activities.

Kids can race too and Avarie and Mackenzie wanted to try the course. 

The girls ran a half mile and tackled the obstacles like real athletes– or maybe they were just having fun.

Mackenzie had to swim through the mud! Good thing we were warned and brought towels and a change of clothes.

Medals and treats and “can we do it again!”

It was time to cheer Dad on– he’s in there somewhere. Tanner ran the Beast Race — Fourteen miles through the woods with elevation gain and loss and 30 different obstacles. 

It was interesting to watch the techniques used to tackle the tasks. We could only see the last few obstacles on the course and after 4 hours of running and exertion, the fatigue the athletes had to push through was considerable. 

Men and women, old and young, pros and first-timers all challenged themselves against the course. It was very inspirational to hear the encouragement and positive attitudes from race officials, athletes and spectators.  

We all had a fun day in this gorgeous mountain location. Three really tired athletes and two exhausted grandparents/parents. I was actually feeling ok with being a watcher cheerleader. The obstacle I wanted to tackle was a large pizza. 

Groundhog Day

Different day, same Groundhog Trail, and I am again hiking 2 miles straight up to the Appalachian Trail. It’s not quite like the movie. We are not getting a shuttle from Allen. Heck no! Gary and I could not tolerate another ride with him. Gary has dropped me off at the Groundhog Trailhead and will then drive to the next Appalachian Trail road crossing. He will start hiking toward me and we will meet somewhere in the middle. He isn’t concerned with hiking every AT mile, as I am.

It’s such a beautiful day, almost chilly at 52 degrees but plenty of sweating on the ascent to the ridge. So on the drive here, I was contemplating, will this trail feel more difficult because I now know what to expect? On my own, I just keep going up at my own pace, I know I’ll get there. 

I absolutely love it when the Trail follows a long ridge, the mountain falling steeply down on both sides, a gentle breeze blowing through the clearings.

So many kinds of fungus to admire. 

I like wild flowers better but these mushrooms were so colorful and beautiful.

This one is pretty cute too.

It’s been a lovely hike today. Gary has found a nice spot on the way down to stop for peanut butter sandwiches. I wish I could hike for a few more days. The next 50 miles of the Trail north have road crossings conveniently placed at day hike distances and don’t look difficult to find. I love the Virginia mountains. I can’t wait. And woohoo! With today’s milage, I’ve made it out of the 5 hundreds!

Groundhog Trail to VA 635   8.8 miles

493.6 miles to finish

I Walk the Line

When I backpacked the Appalachian Trail, I hiked from white blaze to white blaze. At the end of the day, I pitched my tent or stayed in a shelter on the Trail.  Now I try to hike with just a day pack, staying in hotels at night. Beds and showers are lovely! It’s not easier, really. Just a different kind of difficult. Day hiking involves lots of research and driving, finding trailheads, roads or remote forest tracts that cross the AT. Then setting up car shuttles, either with friends and two cars or hiring a shuttle driver. 

Sometimes, there are really long stretches of wilderness between roads. There isn’t a single road crossing the Appalachian Trail north from Pearisburg for 20 miles because the path follows a high mountain ridge.  I can’t hike 20 miles in a day anymore. And I really didn’t want to backpack overnight — although in hindsight….  I found a side trail that I could use to climb the ridge up to the AT called the Groundhog Trail. It would add 2 miles to the AT milage and was a 2000 foot, straight up climb. Aaaarrrgh. 

Settling into the MacArthur Hotel the night before, the owner, Allen, assured me that he could shuttle us. I like to start early when it’s cooler and 10 miles is a long day. What time could we leave? “After breakfast, oh, 8 or 8:30.” Hum, kinda late but the hotel has a cafe and the two Trail heads are not too far. We got a table in the cafe at 7:45 and Allen quickly brought us coffee. We are the only ones here and I can’t smell or see any food. A second cup of coffee and chatting about the location of the Groundhog Trail, Allen says he shuttles hikers there occasionally. Great, but um, where is breakfast? “Oh, I’ve already had my breakfast. I’m taking you two to a buffet on the way.” WHAT? 

So we dropped our car at the first Trailhead, 10 minutes, no problem, and got into Allen’s car.  Interesting drive. I didn’t have to worry about Allen texting at the wheel. He was too busy dipping a pinch of Skoal and opening the door to spit while bumping down country roads. Oh dear lord! My plan was to order something quick, to eat in the car, but that didn’t go well. Allen knows all the old timers in the restaurant and has to shake and back-slap his cronies. And then he proceeded to order eggs, bacon, grits, orange juice and coffee. That was all Gary needed — HE ordered sausage, biscuits and gravy. SERIOUSLY? I thought Allen already ate? Oh, and we paid the tab.

I kept my cool by imagining my hiking friend Laura and thinking about what her reaction would have been. Definitely entertaining. When we finely got on the road again, the “cool” didn’t last long because Allen immediately took a wrong turn. We tried to convince him but he says he’s lived here for 72 years and knows every road. Gary and I know exactly where the Groundhog Trail is. Maximum 15 minute drive. AN HOUR AND A HALF LATER, after I’ve practically had a stroke and used some very, very bad language, Gary has managed to guide Allen to the Trail head. 

I have never been so glad to get out of a car and start hiking. See that ridge in the distance? My iPhone App says I climbed 56 floors. I guess that translates to 2000 feet elevation in two miles. 

The good news was that the Groundhog Trail was steep but nicely switch-backed and well marked with blue blazes and cairns. 

Once we got to the top it was just gorgeous! The views were amazing and a cool breeze dried the sweat from the climb. Ahhh. Now I remember why I do this. 

There were long meadows to ramble across.

Stiles to leave the woods. 

For most of the hike, we literally have one foot in Virginia and the other in West Virginia. I can’t get that Johnny Cash song out of my head — “Because your mine, I walk the line” — state line, that is. It’s almost flat for 6 miles and then a gentle 2 mile decent down to the New River.

Down and out of the woods in Pearisburg it’s reward time! Is there anything better than a Heath Bar Blizzard?

After the breakfast fiasco, I didn’t trust dinner to actually be served at our hotel but I wasn’t disappointed. The local town folk joined hotel guests for pork chops, green beans, potatoes and warm brownies with ice cream for desert. Then everyone stayed for a jam session.

Gary and I (and Allen) sat in rockers on the veranda with a glass of wine and listened to surprisingly wonderful mountain inspired music. I was pretty frustrated earlier but I am reminded that I’m not hiking the Appalachian Trail to count off miles in an endurance test. I want to enjoy the woods and nature that I love but also experience the culture of rural small towns in America. The characters you meet along the way just enrich the journey. 

Groundhog Trail to VA 641   10.7 miles

New River

What are we looking at here? Well, I tried to get a picture of this raccoon playing peek-a-boo with me but he wasn’t cooperating. He ran across the trail and scampered up to the V in the tree branch. I’d take a step and he would check me out. When I stopped to I snap a photo, he’d tuck back in. I don’t usually hike in August because it’s way too hot but opportunity knocked and Gary and I drove down to Pearisburg, Virginia, where I left off on the Appalachian Trail in 2011. 

After driving for 6 hours, Gary dropped me off on a woods road so I could hike back down into Pearisburg. It feels great in the shady trees but this road walk up to the bridge is hot and a real sweat fest. 

You rarely see a white blaze on a real stairway. I’ve been looking forward to walking over the New River. Our family went on a raft trip down the New/Gauly River years ago. What were we thinking, bouncing our 4 children in a rubber raft through huge rapids? I remember watching other rafts flip and toss everybody into the churning water and paddling for my life and praying for survival. 

I can’t even get a good view with this chain link fence spanning the bridge walkway.  

The New River is one of the longest rivers in the U.S. that flows South to North, I do love rivers. Gary and I met up on the bridge and I followed him back to the car. Just a short 4 mile hike today, but the start of a big 90 mile section.

Last time I was here we backpacked the Trail but tonight we are staying in Narrows, Virginia in the MacArthur Hotel. I have no idea what that pig is about. 

Clendennin Road Va 641 to Lane Street, Pearisburg   4.1 miles

High Grade

Another perfect Sunday, go for a bike ride! For 30 miles the towpath trails of Pennsylvania’s Delaware Canal State Park and New Jersey’s Delaware and Raritan Canal State Park parallel the Delaware River. Gary and I have biked both sides of the river on the trails many times from New Hope, riding sections going north. Hey, let’s see some new Trail and ride south this time.

Starting from the parking lot at Scudders Falls in New Jersey, we bike right along the towpath. The canal is beautiful, full of water, the path, even and flat. The air is cool, the sun warm and a light breeze promises easy pedaling on the way back. Gary reports we are cruising along at 9 miles an hour. It doesn’t get better than this. 

In about 4 miles we come to the tiny town of Washington’s Crossing, on the Pennsylvania side. On Christmas Day in 1776, General George Washington led his troops through a blizzard across the ice-choked Delaware River and on to victory against the Hessians in Trenton. 

I took this photo years ago, watching re-enactors row large authentic Durham boats to relive the crossing. The river was treacherous that day, the rowers couldn’t compete with the swift current and a power boat had to rescue and tow them to safety. Who knows how history might have changed course had Washington not made it in 1776?

The Canal is more recent history. In 1830 construction began on the canal to move freight between Philadelphia and New York. Before the canal, goods were shipped by boat down the river, around Cape May, then up the coast of New Jersey. I always read every interpretive sign. The locks fascinate me. I’m so glad states have funded the re-watering of the canal system so we can see the engineering of the spillways and hydraulics. This modern lock replaces the old system, originally at this site. 

The lock keepers cottage still stands but it is a private residence now. There are locks, barges and historical homes, refurbished to preserve the heritage and culture, all along the canal. 

After 10 miles of riding, just about lunch time, the Station Pub in Lambertville is a welcome sight.

My chopped salad is delicious.

Gary worked up an appetite and doesn’t hesitate to order short rib eggs Benedict. 

We could have crossed the river in New Hope and ridden on the Pennsylvania side, back to the car. In fact, there are at least 5 loop trails, using the bridges in the 30 miles between Frenchtown and Trenton. That’s so cool! But If we stay in New Jersey, we’ll have a shady ride back to our car. 

So we watch the full flowing Delaware River on our right, and the placid canal on the left, power boats on one side, kayaks on the other, setting a leasurly pace.

There is so much to explore with this trail system. We haven’t even ridden a single mile on the main canal trail that runs from Trenton, north to New Brunswick, another 30 miles. I can’t wait! This trail receives a High Grade, absolutely A + in every category. We’ll be back!

It’s August. Zap!

Is there anything better than the bounty of August? We have been feasting on fresh, local produce every day. 

My daughter Kira suggested this zucchini gratin recipe from the July issue of Food and Wine magazine. This is before baking. Isn’t it pretty?

I was concerned that I would lose patience with that coiling design so I had my sous chef work on it. Actually it was surprisingly easy. 

Super delicious. Tastes great with a glass of chilled Pinot Grigio, I might add. 

I’ve also spent some time reading on the porch with a big bowl of cherries. The Chalk Artist by Allegra Goodman is one of the best books I’ve read in a while. It’s mostly a love story but also about the disturbing allure of virtual worlds and the isolation of computer gaming. I’m almost finished and so hoping for a happy ending.

I was really looking forward to today. I was up early and decided to just do 30 minutes of gardening then take a shower and go to Calico Cutters Guild meeting. Linda Poole was the speaker and I wanted to hear about her painted appliqué. I started to cut back some phlox and zap! wasps stung my hand, which now resembles a stubby-fingered football and throbs like a mother…..sting. I developed a bad attitude and missed the meeting. But it is such a beautiful day, I recovered my perspective and took a long meadow walk at Longwood, on the watch for those death-wish August wasps.