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I know people think I’m a kook when I say that I believe Love is Everywhere – you just have to open yourself up to seeing it.
I get it. I sound like a tree-huggin’ weirdo. But…
it IS!
I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that I just happened to find these sweet whimsical hearts waiting for me on the side of the road.
Happy Valentine’s Day to you. I hope that you’re spending today and everyday with the people you love most.
-oxoxo-
R.
There is a funny thing the happens to the look of terrain in a photo.
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When you’re standing there in person looking over the edge of a drop, it looks like a cliff. Then when you get home and look at the photos, it seems so much more tame. Photos never seem to do the terrain justice.
This climb was too much for me. The last portion was a vertical wall. I didn’t even contemplate trying it. Instead, Chloe and I were a cheering section for the types with balls.
You can see this particular hill climb in a video posted on StayOnTheGas.com.
This winter has really been an excellent one for riding here on Long Island. We haven’t gotten any snow to speak of and the temperatures have been mild.
I feel sad for the folks who have to store their motorcycles for the winter. Hang in there… spring is on the way.
While out enjoying the un-wintery weather this week, my travels took me through the town of East Hampton, which was the first English settlement in New York. I stopped and walked through the cemetery there.
Having seen it several times from across the fence, I wanted to get a closer look at the tomb of Lion Gardiner. Descendants of Lion still own Gardiner’s Island now 400 years later.
The art found in cemeteries can really be beautiful.
The weather was cold but the sun was shining while I was on the ferry.
When the man that takes the fare walked toward me, our eyes met and there was some spark of recognition that passed between us. His smile was handsome. He carried the air of a man who worked outside with his hands – tall, tough and rugged.
“Boy, you’re a brave soul,” he said looking into my eyes.
I was feeling pretty swell about this exchange with such a good looking guy. It felt like flirting. At least that’s how I remember flirting feeling. I smiled back and said, “Yeah, I’m plugged in. It’s really quite nice out.”
As soon as the words left my lips and pooled into the winter air, the corners of his smile pulled in and faded ever so slightly. “Oh. You’re plugged in. That isn’t very hardcore is it?” he said.
Sonofa! 
Every time that I pass this sign for the One Woman vineyard, I give a virtual high-five to the lady who owns the place.
One woman… can do anything she puts her mind to.
