Seventy has come and gone.  I took a 10 day car trip through New England with my dog.  Went to Exeter New Hampshire, historic town built around the academy along a river.  Small beautiful comfortable.  Next day drove to Lubec Maine, the northeastern most point in the USA.  I was drawn here by the bridge which goes across to Campobello, NB Canada.  This place was spoken about in my childhood as part of the Roosevelt legend which was revered in my home.  Lubec is so nondescript as to be invisible.  The bridge to Canada and the historic home are worth the long boring drive.  My dog and I wandered the gardens, beaches and woods.  I meandered through the old house, delighted with its' rustic contents, so different from the elaborate homes of other historic figures.  There were three days set aside for this part of the trip and it was all accomplished in one afternoon.  What to do next?  Problem solved I developed a tooth ache which threatened to be serious.  At 4 in the morning I loaded the car and drove through sleeping, fog shrouded towns down to civilization.  A text to my dentist reassured me that I could manage with Advil.  Headed back to Exeter and used it as a home base for trips to local sights.  Portsmouth, NH, Ogonquit, ME, Kittery Me, it was fun.

Next Newport Rhode Island and a quaint Bed and Breakfast better than I could have imagined in the residential neighborhood off a busy working area.  Rain set in but the dog and I did the cliff walk and strolled through the tourist area along the docks.  It was much more congested than I remembered, and there was the rain.  I hid in the Slots casino for an hour or two and then ordered pizza to my room.  Next day more rain another cliff walk and two mansion tours, overpowering greed got the better of my socialist religion and I walked out of the second.

On to Saratoga Springs, NY.  Now this was a luxurious bed and breakfast.  Beautiful house, warm service, good food and cocktails on the veranda every afternoon from 5-7.  I believe they welcomed my dog more warmly than they did me.  Visited with one of our student riders at Skidmore, had dinner in a special Mexican restaurant and didn't mind going to bed early.  Next day a long walk through the town, visited a store owned by a friend, did two museums, the local casino, a theme, and then back for cocktails.  Dinner was a light salad in my three room suite.  Home the next day and proof there is life after 70!