Kickas.org Forums Ankylosing Spondylitis General Discussion #1 AS Web Support Group Tell Me About Your Favorite Place

Hey John, what a great place you described, that could cover a lot of space--I love Colorado,Wyoming and the Saltwater--So I'm an old salt with some mountain lovin in the background~~~see if I can dig up some pics~~great Idea~~And this would not have happened without KickAS--So Kudos to Loz,members&Cristina~~bill

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Johnny, Great question...loved reading about all the other places. I guess my favorite place would be in central NY, the Finger Lakes region. We own 12 acres of wooded land there , along with other members of my family. We camp there all year round, but my favorite time of year would be fall there. Imagine a roaring campfire, beautiful red, gold and orange foliage. As the evening comes upon us, across the valley we can see the harvest moon rising. In fact that area is called "moon hill" because it looks as if themoon is sitting on top of the hill. The only noise you hear is rustling of leaves as the chipmunks, squirrels, deer and turkey roam around the woods stockpiling for the winter.The crackling fire is a good place to sit around and reminsce about former harvest moon times. Wish i could take all the kickAS friends there for a campout! Hugs, Dc

I love Hawaii too! I have seen all the islands and loved them all!

I loved foxhunting on a pristine fall day in the Blue Ridge Mountains. The leaves turning vibrant colors of every hue - the cool crisp air - the clear cold blue water flowing from the mountain tops..........and galloping with the field to the sounds of the hounds baying.

Now I'm in paradise for crippled people, LOL. A lush barrier island in Florida. Feet covered in warm sand - the surf lapping at the shore - cool drinks under umbrella's. And just a short ride away from great restaurants and shopping.

Hi Johnny

I have a couple of favorite places and when your mom comes up, I will bring her to both

I love to sit on the rocks on the jetty when the tide is coming in, and the waves are splashing up all around me. Of course, not in the winter. Just the warmer months. Not so much the summer either as there are too many tourist.

Then there are the mountains. I can go there any time of the year. As a matter of fact, I ran away a few weeks ago and went there. I think I may just take a day trip on Sunday. The leaves will be changing, and the scenery will be quite beautiful.

I am very fournate to live so close to both worlds.....

Hugs
Lori

Well now, perhaps Dan enjoys the warm climate, but I love the Muskoka's, or anywhere in mid to northern Ontario, especially in winter ski-dooin and cozying up to the fire.

I am in my glory here for sure!



OK, so my boxers like the fire too!



So now, just where is my cold weather and snow? C'mon snow! I know ya can do it!


Doug

Buster & Alisha taking a break

It's a pleasant 30 minute walk down from the house, down, down past the neighbours to the grassy park. Keep going down the green mown slope to where the pressure of footsteps cuts down through the grass into the sand, the dirty white sand with occaisional pop-tops and cigarette butts. Called by the murmer of water and the occaisional echo of a wave climb the low grassy sand-dune watching the sand turn white and clean as your feet sink and slow and drag your body into a slower slow rythymn. Your eyes are confronted by the wave-washed flats of a sandy beach on a perfect half-moon bay of blue and white. Follow the curling, breaks along the shore as they call and lead you through the clinging wisps of seaweed, clutching at your feet, slowing your breathe, catching your eye. Come play call the gulls, come play call the waves.
Mid-distance beckons with vague shapes and figures at the end of the beach and along you wander to the rocks, distracted to a shell or to a cloud and by the child's mind that still calls, calls you on. Past the rock pools all colour and shell-fish, past the tidal zones where tufted grasses grow on the bronze and salt coloured rocks flecked with foam from the slithering wash below. Past the bushy remnants of an era long gone as you climb out of the sand to a post and rail fence worn smooth where countless hands have scaled it to pass.....onward.
Follow the cattle trail over lush grass oozing out of red volcanic soil, follow steeply up the slope above the rocks. Follow more careful now as it winds narrowly above the cliffs with the rocks and waves crashing below - special care past the gully with the cow's body below - one eye on your feet, one eye on the landscape.
You emerge on a contour level with cliff above with cliff below. A flat rocky shelf is thinly covered in maroon and olive green samphire which carpets the rock and hangs in tresses over the cliff. It is bubbly and giving under your feet without squashing or breaking and you roll over it easily to clamber down a series of rocks to a lower shelf.
A large wave approaches and a sudden whoosh and cool spray as the "blowhole" erupts with a roar echoed from all around the rocky gully. The volcanic rock is eaten and perforated by erosion and you lay down - ear to the ground to listen to each wave. Listen to each ebb and flow of the sea. Listen to each movement and counter movement. Listen to each breathe as if it were your own.
You drift below the surface, your weight is nothing you sink into the rock...into the breathing rock.
A big wave and some cool spray awakens you. You listen to the rock from the outside - a small fissure is sucking and expelling air as if it were a living thing. You go close, very, very close to it...to listen... to feel .......... a wave comes in underneath and...

the Rock Dragon gently breathes salty moist air onto your face.........

Ted
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One of my favorite, most relaxing places to be is driving down the coast, stopping to see all the beauty along the way. I am always more at peace near the ocean. Brings back special memories for me, as well as making new ones. Thought I would share a few of my favorite sights...mostly along the Oregon coast





whether or not it is walking on the beach, exploring one of the caves,or just sitting watching the sunset. Its the best therapy I know of.

Take care,
Pam


My boys, Noah & Isaiah

This is a picture of the North End in Boston, a place we used to love to visit when we lived in the Boston area in the first few years of being married, about thirty years ago. We visited last summer, and it is not much changed. Mike's pastry shop is still there on Hanover Street. This picture shows the pizza restaurant we loved.