November 30, 2011 1 Comment
A few weeks ago, I explained how we appreciate the little forests within our city. During our Thanksgiving trip, Nicholas (almost seven years old) and I found a much larger forest to explore–in a place where we never knew there was a forest.
Cousin Mike hosts Thanksgiving in his home near Albany, New York. I’ve been there many times over the past 15 years. It’s in a very suburban area, on a loop of roads lined with houses about 20 years old; the loop connects to a highway that leads to many similar residential developments and some businesses, but typically you have to drive several miles to do any errand. His house is far enough from the highway that you can’t hear traffic. Vehicles pass by only rarely. There are no streetlights or curbs. It feels rather remote to us city mice–but on the other hand, from every window of Mike’s house you can see at least one other house, so it is an obviously human-settled area.