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| Jeremy and Dan - the grooms |
In the
summer of 2007 we were driving from Zurich to Munich. We intentionally took the long way to go
through Basel and Freiburg. Then we
drove a bit through the Black Forest, only to then unintentionally take the
longer way. Virtually lost in
Baden-Wurttemburg, with our only direction being the soft melodic German voice
of the GPS, the five of us: Andrew, Gabe, Jason, Thomas and I had no choice but
to keep following the GPS as the signs kept directing us back toward
Switzerland. Then in Konstantz, the road
ran out and there was a sign: Willkommen auf der Fähre.
Grant, who had been patiently waiting for us in our hostel in Munich, texts, “where are you?”
Andrew had nothing to respond but: “There is now a ferry involved.”
Since then,
that has been our response to every ferry ride.
As Urvi and I boarded the Long Island-New London
Ferry on Sunday, I sent a third text to Jason, Grant and Andrew to continue an
old joke: “There is now a 3rd ferry involved.”
Jason: “That’s
2 too many ferries”
Andrew: “Jesus.
That’s a lot of ferries!”
Grant: “But
seriously where are you?”
It is a lot
of ferries, but if one looked at the map and considered driving from Orient
Point to Amagansett without the two Shelter Island ferries, they’d conclude it
wasn’t two too many.
“Rock Me Like a Hurricane.” (7/4/14)
As we drove
through the night roads of Bayern after the Meersburg ferry, the song of the
trip became “Winds of Change.” Twice the
song came on during that ride: once in English and once in Italian. As soon as I hear the whistle – or the
balalaika singing what my guitar wants to sing* – I am carried back onto those
dark roads and the Radler we drank on the ferry.
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| Thomas, Gabe, Jason, Andrew and I on the Konstanz - Meerburg Ferry, 2007 |
If there was
to be a Scorpions’ song of the trip this year, it would be “Rock You Like a
Hurricane.” No the song didn’t come up
during the trip, but Urvi and I drove down on Friday into the squalls and
squirms on the edges of Hurricane Arthur’s Excalibur. (“I mean, if I went
'round saying I was an emperor, just because some moistened bint had lobbed a
scimitar at me, they'd put me away!”)
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| Waiting in Line at the New London - Long Island Ferry, 2014 |
After we got
into Amagansett and met up with our housemates – Bex, Katy, Liam, Max and
Butterballs – we went to the pre-wedding party and lobster bake to catch up
with friends and watch Brasil “roll their way into the semis.”
Springs – Amagansett Trail (7/5/14)
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| Springs Amagansett Trailhead - Springs |
I love to go
on new runs when I’m in a different place or city. And I like to do it as a bit of sightseeing
if possible, like Golden Gate Park, the Tiber River or Central Park… So, on
Long Island, I found a great little trail through some county and state
land. On my 10 mile run along the
Springs-Amagansett trail, I saw countless birds and squirrels. But also I had three deer sightings. But in an odd way – like The Village – I saw
no humans except for when I left the trail and found streets.
Congrats! Dan & Jeremy (7/5/14)
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| Urvi in her lovely dress and I |
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| Robert, Dan and Max |
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| Dan & Jeremy exchanging vows |
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| Exchanging rings |
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| Dinner on the lawn |
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| A Fitzgerald-esque setting |
Homewardbound (7/6/14)
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| On the ferry home with a Mystic Bridge IPA |
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| Urvi enjoys the ride |
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| Lighthouse off Orient Point |
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| New London |
* - And in
one of my favorite misheard lyrics, Gabe asks: “Why are they going to Donkey Park?”
One from the Vault
That time Jason met a bear in Freiburg, Germany, 2007
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| What bear? |
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