Finding a Thin Silver Lining
Here we are, two seniors. One with dementia, the other recovering from a respiratory infection. I know I’m vulnerable to any sneeze-born disease. My husband forgets to avoid touching doorknobs or shaking hands.
We haven’t gone to the gym, or to dancing, or to the library. My anxiety is extreme. But something good has come out of this: we’ve begun walking. Tramping down the Rail Trail seems to be the only safe way to exercise and keep in touch with humanity. The schools are closed, so a lot of folks are out on the trails. One senior woman we passed stuck out her cane and said, “Six feet away!”
In our short wanderings, we’ve discovered nature and New Paltz anew.
view off the bridge over the Wallkill River
We’ve encountered auditory splendor as well as visual delights. The spring peepers are in full voice. Some other frogs with deeper voices (more of a clack than a peep) are also in a mating frenzy.
This tiny frog, small enough to sit on a quarter, has a big voice.
The birds are returning and claiming their territories. Cardinals, robins, redwing blackbirds–we hear them all. Even a pileated woodpecker banging on a tree.
For those not familiar with our area, the Wallkill River is a tributary of the Hudson River. The Wallkill is unusual because it flows north, originating in Sussex County, New Jersey.
The Wallkill Valley Rail Trail is 23.7 miles of linear park in Ulster County, New York.
So thanks, I suppose, to the corona virus, we’re getting to appreciate the outdoors.