The Boyfriend, met me at Princeton Junction. He took me to his swanky pad off Nassau Street in downtown Princeton where we celebrated Thanksgiving with an Indian meal. No, the above photo is not his swanky pad but a shot of somewhere in Palmer Square in the downtown area. Lovely historic and vibrant downtown. Maybe Los Gatos or Willow Glen in my neck of the woods comes close to the look and feel but neither quite matches the quaintness of a East Coast town.
Friday morning, we went to Jay's Cycles to rent me a Trek road bike. I brought my biking shoes. Cycling in Princeton reminded me of Virginia, especially where my brothers live -- dense wooded areas. Except in Princeton, everyone lives in fabulous mansions with a lot of land; every other sign was for someone's farm. I kept wondering, "who mows the lawn, and what are the heating bills like." There were a lot of open preserve parks and solar panels too, much too my delight. And signs about no fracking and no pipeline, too. We lucked out with the weather on our 30 mile trek, very mild temperatures, though of course I was decked out in wool.
Time for some sightseeing. No, no, no firemen.... Here I am at Washington's Crossing in Bucks County, you know, history, people, history!
Wow, I never thought I'd be here. The Boyfriend sure knows how to romance me.
Bowman's Hill Tower in Pennsylvania. As I write this blog entry, I learn that the tower is closed today due to weather conditions. Goodness. I'm lapping up the history in any case. Tomorrow is another day.
Tuesday, December 1, 2015
4am, I'm on Super Shuttle on the way to SFO. It's 32 degrees in the Bay Area with frost on cars. Missing out on LKHC Mt. Ham tradition but certainly not missing that's freaking freezing and there's snow atop the mountain. 5:30am, I'm at the airport. At 6am, I'm at the gate ready to board at 6:10. I wasn't sure what to expect having never traveled on Thanksgiving Day but everything went smoothly. Two days ago, I was in a dentist chair because a crown fell out. Phew, didn't need root canal surgery, this time.
I'm on my way to New Jersey. My mother went to high school in NJ and she took the train to D.C. for work. She met my dad while commuting. Oh goody, in flight entertainment. No, there aren't any firemen aboard. I shall sit back and watch lots of movies, like the latest Minions film. The Boyfriend provided detailed instructions for what to do when I land. I have to take the air train to the train station and then a train to Princeton Junction. Everyone was super friendly and helpful. Looking forward to a much needed getaway with my man.
(the photo was taken in Lambertville, a cute little town by the Delaware and Raritan canal, as was New Hope).
Tuesday, November 17, 2015
I didn't want my bicycle to turn into a pumpkin so I scrambled as much as possible to meet the deadline of beating my LKHC 2009 score of 34.02. Alas my knight in shining spandex was not there (aka The Boyfriend) and I did need to wear bike shoes not glass slippers ... still I shot off, armed with an assortment of classical music to keep me inspired. OLH is full of shadows, greens, blues, browns, with the occasional stream of sunshine. I mostly stared at the asphalt and pretended to be somewhere else, a lovely ballroom in 19th century Vienna meeting dashing princes.
Well, my bike did not turn into a pumpkin because I finished with a time of 32.33! Of course this is laughable compared to others (results page) but I remain pleased. Afterwards, I descended Hwy 84 and stopped in front of the Woodside fire department, waiting and waiting for the firemen to notice me. Didn't happen. Of course I've butchered the Brothers Grimm fairy tale. No one was wicked, there weren't any evil stepsisters or stepmother either. A delightful note to my tale though is the lovely 8 year old girl who rode OLH. We see our LKHC tradition continuing with a new generation. And that is a happy ending.