The truck w/canoe in our driveway.

Sunday morning we loaded up the canoe and headed to our five-minute-away destination: Monksville Reservoir. The morning was crisp, but calm. We had originally planned our canoe outing for Saturday but it was a bit too breezy for paddling around. We thought we would need light jackets but once we go there we realized it had warmed up enough to go without them.

When we first started out the lake was like a mirror. The colors are just now slightly past peak, but still pretty. The light was typical for a fall day with the sun in and out of the clouds.

Monksville Reservoir was filled in 1987. There were a few houses that were of historical significance that were moved elsewhere, but the majority of the 15 homes that once existed here were demolished. The reservoir is huge but so far we have only paddled in the shallower section near the Wanaque river feed.

We like it because of all the dead standing trees. It’s eerie and pretty all at the same time. It’s challenging too (at least for Rick who steers) because there are many submerged tree stumps and fallen trees that can snag you if you don’t see them lurking under the water. It’s like a cemetary for trees and many of them have met with a watery grave.

The bleached dead wood makes for a stark contrast against the vibrantly colored trees.

We disturbed a cormorant resting on a rock. Until I took these photos I had no idea they had blue eyes!

Finally airborne and away from those people in that canoe! Whew!

The cemetary of dead trees.

We (or should I say Rick) navigated through the dead trees while I stopped paddling to be on the lookout for submerged stumps. It’s a strange feeling floating among the watery forest.

The colors here were interesting to me ... muted greens and pinks from the green scum on the water and the burning bushes; reminiscent of a Monet painting I thought.

We got back in the channel and paddled up to the end where the Wanaque river feeds the reservoir.

There was some kind of foam in the water but to us it looked like a galaxy spinning around on the surface.

A captive maple leaf.

And somehow plants find a way to survive.

On our way back to the dock the wind kicked up and the sun was becoming obscured behind clouds. We were glad we had chosen the time we did to come. And, all the more glad when we saw lots of people unloading canoes at the dock. A canoeing club was about to take over the waters! After accepting many compliments on how beautiful our canoe was (and an invitation from one man to join the Hackensack Canoe Club) we were on our way home.

Whew! That’s a lot of photos! I know my sweet hubbie would tell me “edit, Lynne!” but I’ve had a hard enough time just getting this posted. I kept looking at the photos and deciding which ones to leave out and never came to a good conclusion. So, since this post has been waiting to be published now for two days, I just decided to go with all of them.

I hope you enjoyed the paddle!

Out my front door.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. I love Fall. It’s the time of year when you can throw the curtains open wide and let the soft sunlight shine in. Unlike summer when I run around the house closing all the curtains to keep the sun out and keep the house cool. The view out every window is breathtaking right now—filled with color.

It’s so dark in the mornings that it’s hard to rouse yourself up and out of bed. Just a few minutes more I tell the dogs ...

What follows are views around my yard right now.

Colorful fallen leaves in the front yard.

The back fence.

The back yard: flower garden area, the woods next to the yard, mushrooms in the woods.

Along our street.

Leaves (what kind?) the size of dinner plates.

It’s so hard to capture the colors. They glow with a warmth that just doesn’t come through in the photos. It warms my soul from within.

Did I already tell you that I love Fall?

Yesterday when I drove down to Wayne to do my ‘big box’ store shopping, I took my camera along just in case. When I got to Monksville Reservoir I was glad I did. The fall colors were glowing in the morning sun. I just stood there for a while drinking it all in. Then I walked out on this floating dock to take some shots. It’s not quite peak yet, but very close.

The only disturbance in the water were tiny ripples fanning out from the slight movement of the dock as I walked out on it.

Taking a much closer look at the reflections causes a case of confusion! Which way is up? The photos end up looking like abstract paintings instead of photographs. Watch out they don’t make you dizzy!

 

 

 

Beautiful, is it not?
I can’t wait to get the canoe out this weekend! More to follow!

Please note: These photos were not enhanced in any way. They are just as they came out of my camera. No tweaking of colors.

We had a mixed weekend: one day at home and one day of the Rhinebeck Sheep & Wool Festival.

On Saturday we had a lazy morning of playing with our iPads sitting side by side (as predicted!). We also got some chores done that needed to be done, such as taking down the cabana curtains and storing them away for another year. We always find an interesting critter hiding amongst the curtains. For the past two years we’ve found the same type of prickly black caterpillar seen here. This year we found this colorful spider. I was convinced it was poisonous because it just looked like it was, but from research online it looks like it’s just a common garden spider. I know you all don’t like photos of buggy things, but you have to appreciate Mother Nature when she’s this creative.

Saturday was very windy and not the kind of day you’d want to spend a lot of time outdoors in. It was a challenge folding up the cabana curtains! We also moved wood from our large stack of wood to underneath the deck for easy and dry access. We still have more to do but at least it’s a start.

Sunday was a beautiful day weather-wise! The wind was gone, and in its wake was a typical fall day with clear blue skies and crisp air. We drove up to Rhinebeck for the Sheep & Wool Festival.

This man was carving pumpkins with the theme of the Festival in mind.

We wandered around from barn to barn with all kinds of wares for sale. I did manage to buy a bit of yarn— a pretty colorway from Spirit Trails for a scarf and some soft soft soft Alpaca for neckwarmers and who knows what else. I am hoping it gets me jump-started to do a little knitting again. I hope I remember how ...

While wandering through one of the barns I passed a person that looked familiar. It was Jane! We had promised to meet up anyway and here she was without any planning or cell phone calling! We hugged and chatted for a little bit and it was good to see her again, and looking so well at that!

I also met up with friend Karen, and somehow managed to run into our next-door neighbors Aileen and Bruce too!

When I saw the way these sheep were trimmed I was reminded of all the sculpting that goes on in dog shows! What gives with the tabletop cut? Why would you want a square sheep?

And I’m not certain this this guy could see a thing.

Did I forget to mention that Sunday was also our anniversary? 29 years. Where did the time go? We raised a glass or two (or three) of champagne when we got home.

Cheers to us!

You know me—I love a good storm. Sitting in Colorado under all that blue sky while back home they were having two really good storms drove me crazy. As predicted, the Nor’easter came. But it was pretty much a fizzle. Yes, it rained but not nearly as much as they had thought it would. No biggie, that’s for sure. Today is supposed to be gusty and windy on the tail end but that’s about it. If you want good weather just ask me to come and visit you! But, there is a definite upside to this and that is the changing trees. Right now they don’t need to have their leaves ripped off!

It was still the perfect kind of day (cloudy and cool) to be making this stew. It takes tons of prep work with peeling and cutting all the veggies and making the red wine and porcini mushroom sauce, but it’s totally worth it.

It gets served with some lentils (they get the sauce too) and a celery root and potato purée. Delicious!

Now for the second part of this post. The day before yesterday Rick came home from work and handed me an Apple bag. I knew right away what it was—an iPad! He told me I would probably getting one for Christmas or my birthday, but it’s neither one of those! What a surprise!

I LOVE IT! Thanks so much, honey!

Since Rick got his back in May it’s hardly left his side. I’ve often kidded him about how his iPad can do just about everything. Well, except for one thing that I can think of! And, if it did that he wouldn’t need me at all! After just one day of playing around with it I am beginning to see the addiction. I can just see us now, sitting side by side completely engrossed in our own little iPad worlds, sending each other IM’s back and forth ... how romantic!