Perhaps I'm musing about this because I will be having surgery tomorrow. I've had an endoscopy before, several in fact, but this time the result will be removal of a portion of the Barrett's Esophagus that exists just above my stomach. I don't know what to expect and that bothers me at a level below normal nervousness. My intellectual self (I really have one) says it's a simple procedure, no worries. But... my other self, the one that writes, takes photos, dreams, sings, acts, ain't so sure. I keep remembering a statement made by the last surgeon I met, forty years ago, who said "There's no such thing as 'minor surgery'." I want this to be no big deal. I hope it is.
Let's get back to the rail trail: here's a shot of the field just south of the creek.
If one continues south on the trail, one arrives in Gardiner, a lovely hamlet with a cute little bistro and a great pizza parlor. Further yet is Wallkill; I haven't biked that far yet, but it's on my list. North will lead all the way to Kingston once the trestle over the Rondout Creek is resurfaced, also on my list. I just also got an email about a five-borough bike ride in May that I can do for Doctors Without Borders - maybe I will.
This place, my people, are treasures. I sometimes forget that.