Atlantic Ocean

Yesterday we crossed the Hudson River just below West Point, where the Army Military Academy is located. We were hoping to locate a motel and then take the train into New York City for the afternoon. We drove through Tarrytown and then Sleepy Hollow where the Legend of the Headless Horseman had been set. As we drove by a very old cemetery in the town, you could almost expect this ghastly visage to emerge from behind a tombstone. With no luck finding a reasonable motel (one was priced at $250 per night), we turned to the Cross Town Freeway and wended our way through Rye, NY, looking for a motel. We turned onto Route 1 and followed it in a northeasterly direction and could see the ocean from time to time. There is something fascinating and soothing about being near the ocean. I think I could happily find a place to stay that looked over the water and sit on the beach for hours listening to the noise of the waves crashing on the shore and the sounds of the shorebirds as they look for food.

We enjoy this area of the country and are fascinated by the huge houses located near the shore. Today we drive to see friends Phyllis and Pat who have made their home in the central part of Conneticut. We are looking foward to this visit. Our conversations seem to pick up and continue whether we saw them last week or last year. Probably we will talk non stop the whole time. That could be tiring for all. Happy travels.