We had a chance to break in our trail runners and boots today as we explored Bailey Arboreatum in Locust Valley. Originally called Munnysunk , Frank Bailey curated a “tree museum” on his Gold Coast estate (East Egg, if you’re interested in literary geography). Upon his death in the 1940’s, the Bailey Arboretum was born. It’s one of the few free nature preserves on Long Island. This was an excellent place to walk on an Easter morning, as it provided some pseudosilence (see The World Is Too Much With Us).
The Tevas were an excellent choice; they held up well in the mud and they have a firm, yet roomy feel and I got to sport some Smart Wool PhD socks, which just might be the closest I’ll ever come to completing a PhD, at least to completing it in what remains of my twenties. Although the weather was gorgeous, pulling the full water-wicking merino wool ensemble together was invigorating because putting on the Coast to Coast costume made the experience feel that much more real.
As today was a holiday and we spent the afternoon with some family members we don’t quite often see, I was asked the inevitable: How old are you now?
That’s when it occurred to me that I have about sixty days (give or take) until the big 3-0. My friends born in the first half of the year turned 30 with grace and sophistication. I’m hoping to follow in their most excellent example.