A Weekend Away From the City

After a rather turbulent week, I escaped this weekend to the countryside, piled with the Good J and her eager new dog into her sparkly blue car. We meandered through the lakes and hills of Cold Springs and oddly named nearby villages, including Purdys and Fishkill. It was a much-needed trip, peaceful yet full of fun and laughter and cameraderie. A diversion that was a breath of fresh air at a time of need.

Tale of New Yorker Misplaced

On Sunday, we accidentally visited the wee town of Kent (I think) while searching for lunch. We happened upon a cute, quaint little bistro across from a lake. Magnolia's had the most fabulous clientelle, imbued with a generous good mood inspired by the board games played at half the tables.

The Good J and I played "Password," the 1970s version of "Taboo," in which one player has to guess a selected word based upon the clues of the other. It was the Good J's turn to guess. The word was "pull." I prompted with the obvious clue.

Ruth: "If you're not pushing, you're _______."

Good J: "Shoving. You're shoving."

The next table begins to chortle.

Ruth: "Right. Now. If you're not a New Yorker, and you're not pushing or shoving, you're _______."

Good J: "Standing still."

:)


The Good J even allowed me to commandeer her camera, so some funky photos ensue.

I'm addicted to rear-view mirror shots...


With the door ajar, we could capture the trees and the boats together...


These boats had a gorgeous golden tint which none of my photos captured...


And for those of us who enjoy eating our picnics nestled into the lake itself...


The Good J enjoys the view as her dark friend protects her back...