Sunday, September 16, 2012

The Air Force Association

Fort Ticonderoga, NY
43 59.29 N 073 23.24 W

At 1:37 PM on Saturday, we started our southward migration for this year. Below is a picture Jen took as we rowed away.

As always, it is a bittersweet moment.  We hate to leave.  We had great fun here with Jen this summer.   It is also the nicest and most beautiful time of the year.  The air is crisp, clear and dry.  Views of the mountains are at their best.  Nights are cool for good sleeps.  The trees are on the verge of exploding with fall colors.

On another subject: My local friend, Lin, invited me to a meeting of the Vermont Chapter of the Air Force Association on Thursday.  It was not only interesting, but quite an honor to be able to chat with these men who served their country so honorably.

I was especially interested to chat with Ralph.  Ralph is a 95 year old Vermonter.  His B25 was shot down over the Mediterranean.  He was captured by Germans, sent to Stalag 3 (site of the Great Escape), and he survived the winter death march the Germans sent prisoners on as the Russians approached.

The mural depicts Sherman's famous ride at the Battle of Cedar Creek.

Thank you very much Lin.

Tomorrow the mast comes down.

1 comment:

  1. The longest voyage begins with but a single stoke of the oar.
    Safe Travels.


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