14.08.2006 20 °C
Shivering in the cold on a midsummer night in August for hours was not how I envisioned this year's observation of the meteror shower. Up on a 2600ft summit inside the Mount Washington National Forest, the 'nice breeze' during the 45-minute hike along the Appalachian Trail earlier did not feel so 'nice' afterall.
Nevertheless, one after another 'shooting stars' minutes apart from different directions more than compensated my involuntary body movement. At this point, all I can think of is what can be my next wish and how perfect life will be if they all come true (Confession: none of my wishes involves any financial gain which I firmly believe does not translate to happiness in any mean.)
A night of 'five-star' accomodation later, the fresh morning air in the forest cured my sored back (from sleeping on the hard campground floor) almost instantly. Since there is no itinerary for the day, I started off driving on the mountain road until the sign for 'Bash Bish Waterfall' appeared at an intersection.
Compared to Iguazu Falls, Bash Bish was almost insignificant although it is the tallest one in Massachusetts. However, with a rather challenging, steep hike down and a renewed mindset, this twin falls was a rewarding bonus for the day given its perfect weather. I was completely carried away by the reflection of the sun in the crystal clear water creating numerous shades of turquoise, my favorite color. Behaving like a ten-year-old, I climbed from one rock to another along the stream until my adulthood kicked back in.
The return drive took me through some of the most scenic areas in rural Connecticut and upstate New York until it was ruined by traffic in the Bronx. Nothing tired me as much as this human torture. That night, I slept like a log.