Too far to admire
One of the kids sent me a rather interesting aerial view, of the falls near where we used to live.
I took the time to “measure” the distance from my front door, and learned that it was just over three kilometers away in a straight line. Much more, of course, what with property lines and dead end streets. But, in the three decades I lived there, not once did I feel the urge to walk those kilometers. Not how it goes, in a big city. Instead, we would pass nearby on the transit system, or stare with curiosity if the car happened to be out on the overpass.
What could I have been thinking?. Such wonder, just over there. Now, I have to approach things as a tourist, although there won’t be a helicopter tour involved. In fact, when the pic came up, that was the first question asked by his brother. Think big, or ignore.
Locally, I have the best beach in the nation, about three kilometers away. Yes, I have gone there, on rare occasion. Not willing to mingle with the tourist class, I have waited until the down season, when bird prints in the sand remain untouched until the next windy day. And with winter coming (yes, it is), I will have to wait until the next year before returning. Too cold, too wet, too far; excuses abound.
Even my own back yard, duly admired from the kitchen window, doesn’t get much foot time. Same reasons. Perhaps, if we get some snow, I can try my “raquettes”.
