My Captain and I stayed at a bed and breakfast this past weekend to get a breath of fresh air, and a change of venue. We do that every millennium, you know, just to stay fresh.
We went to one of my favorite places on the East Coast: Ohyiopyle, Pennsylvania. There is a river there that I used to kayak when I could fit in my boat. It’s called the Youghigheny River….but after you twist your tongue into knots trying to say it, you can just call it the “Yough.” (YOCK).
And on that river, just above Ohiopyle is a little village called Confluence, where three rivers intersect. And near that confluence of rivers is a bed and breakfast I’ve gone to since the ’90’s called The River’s Edge. My Captain and I love its simple, peaceful, throw-back-in-time-ness. It’s a humble ’30’s cottage, decorated in vintage style, and has no internet access! For me, this is not a big deal, but for My Captain, it’s akin to taking a bottle of milk from a baby.
A 200lb, crazy-busy, over-tasked, workaholic baby.
Which is why I made the reservations.
Right after we woke up, I poured us each a coffee and My Beloved met me out on the back porch.
All we could hear was the water falling over the rocks, the early morning birds waking up, and the crickets trying desperately to stay warm while we sat on the porch with our feet up, sipping fresh coffee. The mist was just rising from the water.
I could see My Captain soak it in as if he were re-visiting some long-forgotten friend.
It’s easy to get so wound up in the day to day, that we forget the big picture of living.
There was no judgement here. No criticism. No demands. Just the earth waking up.
Okay, there was one judgement, and that was that my socks were distracting in my camera lense. But dang it, my tootsies were cold!
After breakfast, we went for a hike on Ferncliff Peninsula.
I’ve been struggling with foot issues,
so it had to be an easy hike.
And thank goodness My Captain wore orange so I would not lose him in the woods. I could barely keep up with him. (Okay, okay, I held back on purpose so I could enjoy the view…..)
My Beloved, being the gentleman that he is, cleared the way for me as necessary.
This tree had to be moved…..
We came across the best discovery! Funky mushrooms.
Understand that I have never seen a red mushroom with white polkadots outside of a children’s story!
I was beyond excited!
My Captain, appreciating Varmint’s disgust of all things fungal, took pictures of himself ‘touching’ the mushrooms.
“Why are you doing that, Beloved?”
“To tease Varmint.”
“How will a picture of you touching a mushroom tease Varmint?”
“I’m going to show her these pictures, and then tell her I touched something in her room after touching these, and then I’m not going to tell her what I touched.”
And then he snickered.
I kid you not. The man who is a hero all the other days of his life, Snickered.
It’s not easy to live in this family…..
Now I’m not so sure that giving My Captain downtime is a good thing at all….
….and I really hope he washed his hands…..