In My Life

You pronounce that funny name: add-a-ron-dack. It’s the name of this train and this region in NW New York state. It’s very scenic – on every side there is so much to marvel at. What Australia lacks is what this part of America has lots of: water – rivers and lakes as far as you can see. Along the edges are houses – some poor and run-down, others very grande. When there is cultivated land it’s Irish green. Apparently the last hurricane poured out its load over this region after passing by New Orleans.
Right now we’re watching a most spectacular sunset that looks like the horizon is on fire or some distant city is burning. This is Canada at long last. The border patrol took ages to go through all the carriages and check us all out. Hannah and I have been texting each other for the last half hour – we’ll be eating dinner at her place tonight.
Last night we stayed at an Ecolodge Motel owned and operated by a friendly Indian couple – not Native American Indians; Indian Indians. He helped us with the laundry and directed us to a nearby Chinese restaurant. We both slept right through the night – a first for both of us. She drove us to the station this morning.
I’ve finished my book – Gilead by Marilynne Robinson. It is heart-wrenchingly brilliant and I got so much more out of it this time because I’ve read Home – the sequel. You must read them. They are set in a fictitious town in one of the regions we passed through. In a nutshell they are both about forgiveness and missed opportunities.

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