Wanderlust Gene at Work

As many of you know, my siblings have inherited the wanderlust gene from our father. On Sundays, it was his job to entertain the kids, and not only his own, but some of the neighbors as well as cousins. He would take us for rides with no particular destination in hand. At times, especially in the fall, he may have a gallon of cider and a bag of hardrolls. We never travelled with maps, and GPS was not even the dictionary at that time. We would allow fate to decide what road to take, and to see where it took us.

Back then, we were always amazed that we eventually got to a road that we recognized and we found our way home. Now, as an adult, I realize that he just knew the county and knew even if we were on a new road, we would eventually cross a road or highway that he knew. It at that time added to the aura of dad knowing all and never getting lost. Well, if I had children, I am sure that for some years, it would be the same. I would not look at road map, or if I did, it just would not be in front of the kids before I determined where we would eventually arrive somewhere.

Sunday Sept 19th, 2010, I was feeling the call of the road and the wanderlust called strongly upon me. I hit the road as we used to do on Sunday afternoons. I went to one of our favorite haunts from yesteryear. This was a favorite that we had to hit at least once a year and normally around the fall time. Alas, no children of my own and no nephews or nieces to take to enjoy the call of the road, I made the trip solo. This time, I was at the wheel.
.
I have had the hankering to go to Pymatuning Reservoir. Had to go see the carp go wild. They have just remodeled there, and updates availability for handicapped. Last time when I started out as driver on Sunday drives, taking my father rather than the other way around, I had to push him in his wheelchair on the edge of the narrow road of the spillway and when you get to the bridge, there was room atop the bridge for relative safety for wheelchair. Now, there is a paved path right near the water for the whole distance and it has a fence up as well.




Photo above shows some of the feeding frenzy that occurs. Next below is a photo of the fish right at the shore as they wait to try to ambush the visitors and get their bread. They are all along the shore and just out of range are the ducks and geese and sea gulls.

Below is a shot of where the tourist stand is and you can see the railing and the walkway is to the left of this.


Here, they try to serenade you. Anything they can do to get you to give them some of your bead. Quite a trio this group was. Such three part harmony.


Of course in every combo, there has to be a soloist, that or it is just more hungry that the others


Here is a link to youtube video I shot of the feeding frenzy: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qIN4xg79s84