Sometimes when I'm feeling strong, I enjoy pushing the pace and piling on some miles. At my age, the pushing and the piling are not much to brag about but at those times it does feel good. Mostly I amble along enjoying the wild flowers along the road and the scenery in general. Today I road extra slowly enjoying extra fine weather before cold weather sets in which the signs point to an early winter.

I stopped in an area known as The Commons to see some small boats a man had for sail on his lawn. There was a 16 ft. dory, a Maine guide boat, an Old Town 17 ft. canoe from 1911 and a smaller canoe he had built. All these boats were nicely painted and varnished. We enjoyed a pleasant chat about boats, woodworking and traditional methods for 15 minutes or so. Had I been pushing and pacing I would have missed that meeting. The result of stopping is that my day is a bit richer than it would otherwise have been.