Everything Old is New - Ithaca

It was my birthday, so we drove six hours to Ithaca, a place I’d never been, for hiking, drinks, food, and to get away from our lives. It was the start of the semester at Cornell, but we didn’t see many students.

Ithaca is an old place, its underlying geology sits open and readable like a palm. The city is divided by wet and bifurcated gorges, layers of striated rock. It’s strangely empty through its streets.

The food was good, the drinks were good. The bars were warm places where you could feel the time pass. Just a few months out, my memories are already half eroded, like a name carved into the soft rock behind the falls.