Everyone is a Local Someplace

Hurling up the highway to High Falls is a trip after you have been moving daily throughout Scandinavia over the last few weeks. The stillness of Route 213 in the dark is welcome and familiar landmarks seem to greet you. It is as if nothing has changed, except maybe yourself. Memories of Sweden, Finland and Iceland keep popping up as if to anchor memories in your brain, but the pull of home overcomes that. There will be a lite dinner and glass of wine waiting with family and three cats needing attention. In the morning the grass will need mowing and emails to be answered. For a few days you are a local, and not just passing through. After travel writing for years the guys at the corner store and farm stand will expect a few stories and a general update of the world’s condition. I have got a few days to savor my home and life here in Ulster County.