Hello and welcome to 2016! How is this year going so far? Pulled too many “this has been the best [insert thing here] of 2016” jokes yet? No…just me? Well OK!
We are raring to go with our 2016 edition of the 10-on-10 project, so sit back and enjoy the ride.
First, my esteemed colleagues:
And now, for today’s tale. For Christmas this year, Dan and I headed east to visit his folks in central New Jersey. Not far from his childhood home is the grand Delaware River. Have you guys seen this river before, or any river east of the Mississippi? As a child, I was pretty strictly a west of the Mississippi kind of girl. (Which, as far as I can tell from the multitude of times I’ve related this fact to east coasters, means I essentially grew up in the wild wild west lassoing rattlesnakes and performing bandit tricks upon wayward stagecoaches. But that’s another story.) Here in Colorado we do have truly breathtaking natural sights. Our mountains most notably. Our rivers however do not have quite the same grandeur as those to be found out east. Such as the Delaware River.
Now as you students of US history will recall, back in the 18th century there was a small matter taking place called the Revolutionary War. A main character in that conflict was one General George Washington, who did just a few things in his lifetime. One such feat involved the river they called Delaware, and an icy crossing on Christmas Day. Now, 239 years later, teams of reenactors and scores of visitors attend an annual commemoration of Gen. Washington’s historic crossing.
And this past Christmas, so did we.