Jamie Carey Diary: Jamie’s Travel Guide

Hello all. For this journal, we are going to take a completely different route, mostly away from the game we all share and love. This entry is dedicated to my many random adventures taken on the east coast this summer. For anyone who knows me, I am not a stagnant individual, but more of a wanderer by nature. I like to think of myself as a wanderer with direction, though! So here goes. My best attempt at “Jamie’s travel guide,” which, of course, is somewhat minimal as my existence on the east coast revolves around playing basketball first and foremost!

One of my first journeys was to Newport, Rhode Island; first with the team, then later with a friend. From the first time I drove over the bridge leading to Newport, I was mesmerized by its beauty, daily hustle of tourists, yet calmness and serenity of the sea on a still day. An interesting combination, I thought. A highlight for me was walking along the Cliff Walk. It is literally a walk along a cliff overlooking the ocean. In one direction, there is the massive beach one typically envisions. The other direction, a bit further of a walk, tends to be somewhat more isolated and less populated with pedestrians, yet has just as many beautiful views. My friends and I found this to be a great way to spend an afternoon! Then, of course, anyone who knows me understands the urgency of finding some great coffee following such an activity. Every time I go to Newport, you will always find me in Hurricane Jane’s ordering a spiced chai tea latte. They are absolutely fantastic, and have ruined me ordering them anywhere else!

Recently, I decided to take an afternoon trip to Concord, Massachusetts. I’m sure most of you are wondering why I randomly up and took to Concord. Well, I am a bit of a nerd at heart and love to read. Many of my studies through college involved reading various masterful pieces by some of America’s greatest philosophers, particularly those voices of the Enlightenment period, such as Henry David Thoreau and Ralph Waldo Emerson. One of the greatest and most infamous literary pieces from this time period is “Walden” by Thoreau. He spent two years of his life actually experiencing and living at Walden Pond, the inspiration of this piece and many of his other works. Curious as to what was so intriguing about Walden Pond, I decided to check it out. It took me about two hours to get there and was worth every mile traveled. After parking, I walked toward the pond, which really is more of a lake, as it is decent in size. When you first walk up, there is a small beach area, which most people tended to flock to. Around the pond, there is a dirt trail, which I took off walking on. Eventually I reached the other end of the pond, where very few individuals could be found. I traipsed through a little bit of brush in order to be by the water. I’m not entirely sure there are words to explain the scenery, nor the feel of Walden Pond. The water itself was stiller than I have ever previously witnessed. The entire pond and environment was surreal, with somewhat of a mystical feel to it. There was a simplistic aura surrounding it, which many times seems slightly taken for granted in our complicated world. To completely oversimplify, it was empowering, in every sense of the word.

The following weekend, I had decided I was going to take the hefty road trip to Cape Cod for what I have heard is an incredible beach experience. Somehow, I’m still not entirely sure how, I ended up in Brooklyn. On my way out the door to Cape Cod, I randomly talked to one of my friends from Colorado, and she talked me into coming for a short visit to her newly found temporary home. She is staying with an amazing family in Brooklyn, and they graciously took me in for the evening! Upon my arrival, I thought I was walking into the house from the Cosby show, with the steep steps leading to the doorway. It was great! After a good night’s rest, we ventured out the next day to experience Brooklyn and a bit of New York. Of the trip, I think my favorite stop was what is known as MoMA, the Museum of Modern Arts. I have never really been to an art museum, at least not one of this magnitude. There were exhibits of paintings, sculptures, photographs, and even furniture. It certainly opened my eyes to another world, and gave me a great appreciation of some of the famous pieces I have heard about, but never witnessed. It was a great trip, one I will always remember!

Okay, now I have to completely change topics here and tell you the latest hilarious road trip story. I’m not sure I can give this story justice, but here’s an honest attempt! The following morning after our Indiana game in Indianapolis, we were all sitting in the airport waiting to board our flight back to Hartford. I was sitting between two gates; one was a gate for Hartford (our flight), and the other was for a flight heading to Detroit. So I’m sitting there talking to Lisa Ciaravella, our strength coach, when coach Hawk walks by and says he thinks he just saw Georgia Fischer, our trainer, board the flight to Detroit. So he proceeds to the counter to tell the attendant he thinks Georgia boarded the wrong plane. The attendant then takes off down the jetway to retrieve her. Meanwhile, Lisa picks up her cell phone and dials Georgia’s number. When Georgia answers the phone, Lisa says, in her sweetest sarcastic voice, “Sweet pea, I think you boarded the wrong plane.” Right after she says this, she hears on the intercom in the background, “Will passenger Georgia Fisher please report to the front of the plane”. While all of this is occurring, Nykesha Sales gets up and stands in front of the door to the jetway with her phone, which has a video camera on it, to catch the entire thing on tape. A few minutes later, Georgia walks through the door, laughing hysterically, does a slight curtsey and sits down. Being the good sport she is, and the fantastic sense of humor she has, she took a deep breath and says, “You know, some guy was in my seat!” By this point, I was crying from laughing so hard. The entire series of events was almost too much to handle!

Following a story like that, I have to give Georgia the benefit of the doubt because our itinerary did say we were flying through Detroit to get home. For whatever reason, we were able to change flights, but it was not listed as such on our itinerary. Also, I did ask Georgia permission to share this story, so thank you Georgia for being such a good sport!

On that note, I am going to head out. Until next time…