Favorite Place to be Alone
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Mine is Alaska....I traveled alone 3 summers ago for 2 weeks and absolutely loooooooved it. I reveled in my anonymity and the solitude was even better. I would do it all over again in a heartbeat. The highlight? And this is cheesy okay?....watching the Survivor finals (the first season) in a bar in downtown Anchorage with people I didn't know but who like me, followed each episode from the start. I was in from NY and didn't think I didn't have anything in common with these nice folks and there I was watching the telly with bated breath. It was funny, bizarre and very unforgettable.
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There's a small cemetery near my house, about a mile's walk. It crowns a hill, with apple orchards fanning out from it, spreading over lower hills, until forcibly stopped by roads on two sides, and the forest on the other two. At the edge of the forest on the next hill over is a big white farmhouse that no one has lived in for decades and is reputed to be haunted; it's pressed between the woods and the orchard, and looks trapped. From the cemetery's high hill, you can look out over the trees and see mountains both nearby and distant, especially Bearwallow Mountain, tallest in Henderson County, whose peak is pastureland where my neighbor's cows graze beneath the mountain's headdress of radio and cell phone towers, clustered in a bristly little grove at the very top.
The oldest graves in the cemetery are the ones at the easternmost edge, worn down to rough stone nubs by time and weather, but they march westward in orderly rows, becoming newer and newer. In one corner stands a stubby little obelisk dedicated to someone who died on the USS Arizona.
It's a very peaceful place to be, especially on a breezy day, though I remember I went up there once at night to stargaze when there was a comet in the sky like a smudged fingerprint -- Hale-Bopp, I believe it was. At any rate, I love the place.
The oldest graves in the cemetery are the ones at the easternmost edge, worn down to rough stone nubs by time and weather, but they march westward in orderly rows, becoming newer and newer. In one corner stands a stubby little obelisk dedicated to someone who died on the USS Arizona.
It's a very peaceful place to be, especially on a breezy day, though I remember I went up there once at night to stargaze when there was a comet in the sky like a smudged fingerprint -- Hale-Bopp, I believe it was. At any rate, I love the place.
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(I wish the little boys would go back to school -- obviously they are "alone" way too much as it is.)
My favorite: By the light-tower on the rocks at the end of Marblehead Neck, in Mass.
Second favorite: At dawn -- Outer Banks Seashore or, failing that, Wrightsville Beach.
My favorite: By the light-tower on the rocks at the end of Marblehead Neck, in Mass.
Second favorite: At dawn -- Outer Banks Seashore or, failing that, Wrightsville Beach.

