On our way up from New York back home to Montreal, we visited Storm King. It's an estate of rolling hills, lawns and trees, and huge sculptures from the 1960's -- all those big structural statements, arrangements of pipes and blocks and so on. In the city they would seem sort of beside the point -- the city itself is an arrangement of blocks and pipes -- but in the countryside, in the blazing fall foliage, they were remarkable. The place is arranged so you are always coming over a ridge and discovering something new in the valley or at the top of the next ridge. We got there much too late -- it wants a day, and we only had an hour, thanks to utterly inadequate signage -- but it was worth the detour. And the Pikepie had fun beebling about on the grass. Truthfully she is happy everywhere. It's nice to take her places where she can amuse herself in nature...