2018 ended on a low-key note, with dinner and a bottle of nice champagne at home, but we started the new year on good form by heading to the woods with some friends for a hike around the South Mountain reservation.
Despite complaining about the unseasonably warm temperature, it was lovely to be out in the sunshine, and it was considerably more pleasant than when we walked the same trail back in July.
After a couple of very enjoyable hours strolling through the trees, it was back to Jersey City for some food and drinks. Here’s hoping the rest of the year lives up to this comfortable, convivial beginning…
A very healthy New Year salad. Not pictured: the delicious portion of fried potatoes which accompanied it!
Do you know how the tuxedo got its name? Apparently a casino owner from Tuxedo NY was so enamoured of the outfit when he encountered it on a trip to England that he brought the concept home. (I have no idea whether this story is apocryphal or not, but it made for some excellent trail-trivia!)
After a spell of oppressively hot and unpleasantly humid weather, we were delighted to note that the forecast for the weekend was offering a reprieve, so we made plans to go walking with a friend. However, he wasn’t going anywhere until the morning football game was over, and since England were playing we felt we ought to show willing, so at just after 10am we found ourselves in a beer hall in Jersey City with a bunch of (mainly) England supporters from both sides of the Atlantic.
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A mere two weeks after returning from our ski trip to Colorado, we were off to the slopes once again! This time our destination was the Okemo ski resort (pronounced Oh-key-mo) in Vermont, with a large group of friends from Tom’s choir. Just over 30 of us converged on the charming little town of Ludlow late on the Friday night, mostly driving up after work. Tom actually organised the whole thing – car-pool arrangements, the accommodation (we took over an entire establishment, the charming Homestyle Hostel), our group dinner reservation, even the lift passes – and it was a resounding success.
I’m sure I’ve forgotten to tell you about all sorts of interesting New York things lately, but it seems like 2018 so far has been all about the travel. After our trip to New Orleans Tom spent 10 days in England for work, then almost as soon as he got home he was off again, this time on his annual jolly (sorry, conference) in Las Vegas. As in previous years, we took advantage of his being out west as an excuse for a holiday, so I flew over to join him after the conference was over for a few days of skiing in Colorado.
Denali National Park is particularly concerned with preserving as much land as possible in a pristine wilderness condition. Consequently, there are only a handful of areas within the park boundaries that visitors are permitted to access, and across its 6 million acres there is just a single 92 mile-long road, only the first 15 miles of which are paved. Visitors can travel the road by means of the park bus service, there are a handful of campsites along the way, and a few lucky individuals can take a backcountry hike with a ranger each day.
Despite the sad lack of snow since last I wrote, we’ve been managing to amuse ourselves in other wintry ways. I finally managed to go skating on the ice rink in Bryant Park – something I’ve been failing to achieve each winter since we first moved here – but then Tom went one better by joining some friends to try out curling. Continue reading