Let’s Just Go

Let’s Just Go

It was a beautiful day for a ride. We got in the car and went off heading east. Of course, heading east on Long Island means that there is an endpoint, that being either Montauk or Orient Point. We had until Riverhead to decide, for that is where the road forks. 

Going to Montauk meant that that was where we would stay, for there is nowhere else to go beyond that except the Atlantic Ocean. But going to Orient meant we could escape, for there were ferries there that would take you and your vehicle further east and north.

Since we had enough clothing and supplies to last more than a few days, and the places to stay in Montauk were on the pricey side, we decided to head on the North Fork to Orient and beyond. 

We had to wait for a couple of ferries to come and go since we hadn’t planned any reservations and had to go on standby.  We eventually made it across the Sound to New London and headed North. Our goal was Maine. We did have relatives living there, so we had a place to stay if we needed to. We continued, stopping only for a break to eat until we made it to a cabin in Acadia. It was beautiful there. 

There was a lake that we could see right outside our cabin. The weather, though summer, had a cool breeze that surrounded us, especially in the early mornings when we would hike down to the lake and sit. 

Acadia was wonderful. There were all sorts of hikes we took. The summer had been good for the flora and fauna displaying beautiful flowers and birds of all kinds. I took plenty of photographs. 

We made our way to beaches where we walked among the rocks and marveled at the little

pools and waterfalls. We saw someone flying a dragon kite at the beach which soared through the air. 

It was a picturesque place to be. No cares, other than hoping the seagull that was sitting atop our car would not choose to leave a present, no worries, the reality of our world left behind. We were at peace.

Of course, those moments do come to an end. The ride back was uneventful. We stopped to visit family for a couple of days and then it was back to Long Island as the real world beckoned. 

Though the trip had ended, and time has passed on, the memories continue. We can go back there anytime we want; if not through the pictures we took, through the internal photographs in our minds that are firmly in place. 

A perfect road trip.

About hdh

I have been telling stories for over 40 years and writing forever. I am a retired teacher and storyteller. I hope to expand upon my repertoire and use this blog as a place to do writing. The main purpose is to give me and others that choose to comment, a space in which to play with issues that deal with storytelling, storytelling ideas, storytelling in education, reactions to events, and just plain fun stories. I explore some of my own writing throughout, from character analysis, to fictional, to poetry, and personal stories. I go wherever my muse sends me. Enjoy!
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