Finger Lakes, New York. Glaciers clawed them into the earth as they retreated during the last Ice Age.
Top to bottom (West to East): Seneca, Cayuga, Owasco, Skaneateles.
Ithaca, with all its academics and hippies and organic nut butters and donkey-footed tow-truck drivers, sits at the southern tip of Cayuga Lake (on the left, in this picture).
It’s only about 100 minutes away from me, which I realize is not very far in the grand scheme of long distance relationships - particularly as I’ve watched so many of you through the years endure entire oceans and continents worth of separation - but as these weeks go by and our relationship continues to flourish, that short distance only seems to grow further.
We’ve seen each other for the past seven weekends in a row, and they’ve all been great, but I’m eagerly looking forward to finally seeing what Heather looks like on a Tuesday, Wednesday, or Thursday. Hopefully soon.