Last Day in New York itself

We drove from Amsterdam, via Cooperstown, through the Catskills, and back to the City; basically going from late winter to early spring as we went along.  The next morning, early, I took the subway to Queens, where I gave Jeffery one more hug, and proceeded to JFK airport.  From there to Salt Lake City and then to Sacramento where I picked up my car and headed into a world of lush green late spring.  California is downright fluffy, it's so verdant.  I'll illustrate with photos in another post, but for now; here's our trip "home".

One of four actually working Drive In Theaters sighted during our multi-day travels

wintery look

up-to-date films on tap!

the cost

Where it all started, with old Abner D.'s creation of baseball

one of the informative plaques

you can go in and sit in the stands

and look out on the field of play and surrounding town and mountains

One of the beautiful places I saw while walking around town.  Jeffery, Matt, and Wendie did the Hall of Fame

the air smelled of burgeoning life and wet earth

I envy upstate NY'ers their slate and other flat rocks

the colors were unbelievable, but the roof lines were cool

The statue is called Indian Hunter

looking out over Otsego Lake

lighthouse and boat

view from the stairs

I call this the Cooperstown Mystery House, like our Winchester House out here in California; it goes on forever without seeming rhyme or reason.

A section of the Hall of Fame, from the rear

James Fenimore Cooper in front of another rear section of the Hall of Fame

James Fenimore Cooper

steeple topper, and it's a high fly baaaaaalllllll!

the Smithy

  Cooley's Irish Bar

wonderful old stonework

The Pratt Hotel

Back in NYC, in a different hotel, the view from Jeffery's window

where Jeffery clocks in each day

JFK airport view

Salt Lake City airport view

Sacramento airport baggage claim zone

At home in Tobin, my rhododendron is blooming for the first time

the rose bush where the swing used to be, in sunshine

same rosebush, in shadow