Nearing the Delaware River on November’s Last Weekend, 2016
Part of me wants to stay indoors, curled up with a book these days — especially my friend Mary Wood’s collection on FDR, ER, Winston and times of excellence and true leadership. Part of me well knows that the most healing place for this particular person is out in Nature, usually in New Jersey. A recent nearby journey tied politics, history, liberty, beauty and nature into a perfect package.
In tumult over the recent election, Tasha O’Neill, Alan McIlroy and I journeyed to Carversville, Pennsylvania, in quest of hours of fellowship and the perfect lunch – which we achieved. We didn’t even need menus. Fragrant Escargots for the two of them, Mushroom Ragout for me. Then the handsome Diver Scallop, wrapped in its savory scarf of applewood-smoked bacon, piqued with microgreens, and adorned with the most delicate citrine sauce. Sunlight dappled onto our shoulders through wavy windowglass of the venerable building, originating in the mid-1800s. Opulent desserts thrilled. Timelessness and merry deft service surrounded us.
Then we were out on fascinating roads leading away from our gastronomic haven. Sometimes, it seems that trekking with friends with cameras is even more exciting than birding. Can this be? Is this heresy?
Remnants of Determined Woodpecker, Carversville, Fleecydale Road Hike
When men and women pledged their “lives, their fortunes, and their sacred honor” to bring forth a land devoted to Liberty.