Tweening Upstate

I spent part of the weekend at my cousin's house in what I would call upstate New York... to me, anything north of The Bronx is upstate. I'm told that Scarsdale isn't actually considered upstate, but somewhere in-between NYC and the real upstate. Regardless of this categorical confusion, Hurricane Ernesto certainly had no trouble finding us.



After Saturday's lively weather, the dog and I set out early Sunday morning to explore the aftermath. This heavily wooded neighborhood was settled in colonial times and is filled with amazing homes nestled within the enormous trees and steep hills. As you can see, some of the trees didn't make it (notice the fallen tree in the lower left of the first photo). The walk was a bit of an obstacle course because we had to navigate in-between downed power lines everywhere. The house below somehow got an umbrella lodged in the roof (click on the image for a close-up).



Speaking of being in-between, I'm also tweening my career. I thought the unofficial end to Summer would serve as a great time to retreat from the Germans and seek new and exciting alliances.