Saturday, October 23, 2010
Out to lunch…
But I am happy to be alive. I do not feel 61 in my head, but my body occasionally reminds me that yes, you are indeed 61! I am grateful that I feel as well as I do, and very, very grateful that I am no longer 21. There is no point in one wishing that they could go back and try it again and
Do Things Differently
One must not spend a lot of time gazing over one’s shoulder at what was behind. About the only useful thing I think one might be able to achieve by doing that is perhaps glean a bit of wisdom to try to help someone who is going through the same thing and might make the same mistakes; but –one must continue to press on.
My mother always made sure our birthdays were a special time in which she showed us how loved and treasured we were – not by throwing presents at us but by preparing our favorite meal and making the day “nice” in every way she could. I was able to spend a few birthdays back home after we moved here, but now the tradition for most of my birthdays has shifted to picking a good place have a meal.
One of the most memorable meals I have eaten since we moved to Missouri was at the restaurant at the Rockbridge Trout Ranch, but I imagine it has been 15 years since we have been there. Plans to go somehow always got changed. Not this year though.
To get to Rockbridge, one must head out into the Ozark foothills on narrow two-lane state highways, with no wiggle room on either side. Up hill and down hill and around curves passing through woods and cleared areas of pasture with cattle of all shapes and sizes and homes dotted here and there, some nestled into the woods and others surrounded by green lawns, and passing between high bluffs on either side with rocks perching precariously ready to crash down and across very narrow bridges over streams and small rivers. It is a 40-mile drive that takes about an hour, and it is very lovely at this time of year.
And we arrive, finally, very hungry.
And we end up at the same corner table by the windows where we sat at 15 years ago when we last visited here. And I order the same thing I ordered the last time. Trout Almondine...
Lightly pan-fried trout fillet coated with something that has amaretto in it and almonds and grapes. And it is sweet and perfect. The loaf of bread that comes with it is marbled black and white and is delicious.
Not a crumb is left on my plate. I even eat the green garnish on the side.
And then we walked around a bit.
Down to the old mill, which is occupied by a private club and is not open to the public,
and to Spring Creek that flows by the restaurant and feeds the trout hatchery, to watch the men in their waders at the base of the dam that was constructed to divert water to the mill.
And under the foundation of the mill is a black hole out of which comes a spring that feeds into the creek.
And then we take a stroll down the river and sit for a while on the bank and watch the water rushing by...
and it has been a perfect day..
to celebrate being on the far side of 60.