Chuckwagon Pavilion-Walks in Fall 2026

Fall is always such a magical time for slow walks and stepping back into the past, isn’t it? My latest autumn stroll here in Colorado Springs led me right to the charming [Chuckwagon Pavilion plaque in the Garden of the Gods]. Back in 1933, the local Jaycee civic group kicked off a beloved tradition of hosting lively Western-style chuckwagon dinners right there. Even though those hearty community meals wrapped up in the 1980s, the lovely old shelter still stands as Jaycee Plaza, echoing decades of outdoor gatherings.

A menu for 'Chuck Wagon Dinners' featuring items like Chuck Wagon Beef, vegetable spuds, fruit, biscuits, cake, coffee, tea, and lemonade. The menu includes a cowboy illustration and playful text inviting diners to come and get it.
Local Histories- Chuckwagon Dinners-Garden of Gods-Jaycee Plaza-1933 to 1980s

That spirit of connection carried over on a crisp trip up Pikes Peak. Though chilly weather stopped us at the 9,000-foot mark, finding a quiet, terraced mountainside park for some gentle movement meditation and a metta loving-kindness practice felt like pure grounding magic. It brought to mind wonderful walking meditations from past autumns—crunching through leaves in Barre, Massachusetts, back in 2024, and the peaceful pathways around Manresa in Pickering, which I’ve loved visiting every year since 2022.

Meditations-Pikes Peak Area-Walks in Fall-2026

Reflecting on these journeys across the map—from Xlendi all the way to Bobcaygeon—makes me appreciate how places stitch our stories together (Xlendi to Bobcaygeon). It also brings to mind Peter Drucker’s wonderful insight on non-profits as human-change agents: institutions whose true “product” isn’t a manufactured good, but a changed human life, a nurtured child, or a healed community.

It always makes me wonder about the community kitchens and civic groups that leave a mark on our own hearts. Do you have a memory of a local organization or gathering space—like those old Jaycee dinners—that brought people together around food and shared purpose? For me, it always loops back to the warm, communal meals shared at the Sai Mandir in Palam Vihar, Gurgaon.

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Around 26-Sahil

Around 26-Sahil

Around October 10, 2025 Sahil and I went to Central Island. One year on, we revisited Central island and also did sketch studies and review of our Science Journal.

One year ago, Sahil had left  PhD program and given my background, I felt a significant wave of unease and agitation. The island has been a thinking place for over a decade. We also went to Edison park-New Jersey late summer and went through the monuments associated with Menlo Park and scientific innovation.

MUSINGS ON A DIARY

A diary can be a brake to the day, a letter to oneself, a mirror which ends up revealing the reader as well as the writer. So, after many journeys, trips we settled down for a peaceful meal together at Nirvana -Brunel-Mississauga, and we went through the past 24 hours. I told Sahil about the talks I had with my aunt-in India, and we remembered the times in 1980s when I would visit them and have meals together at Gol Market. That reminded me of the times when my father PNB told of his pre-medical study days in the 1950s, when he would have Chole-Kulcha at Gol market. We spent some time remembering the visit of his uncle and aunt from New Jersey to visit grandparents and the different energies which came along. This afternoon, it was different. Later we did some readings from Kite Runner- of Khaled Husseini and Sahil told how one of the characters tells that there may an opportunity to be good again. We reflected on how this story set in Afghanistan in the 1980s has parallels with persons moving from conflict zones. Later in the day we went for a walk at Riverwood and meditated by Credit river where I made this video diary.

ONE YEAR AGO

REFLECTIVE WORKSHEET

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Walking Through Time: The legacy of the 8 minute canoe trip of Morris Pesin

On the foggy, drizzly morning of June 13, 1958, Morris Pesin (1911-1992) made his historic eight-minute canoe trip to the Statue of Liberty.

A year before, Morris and his wife Ethel had traveled to Liberty island from Jersey city with their children, Sam and Judy. The three-hour trip included a Holland tunnel traffic jam and a long wait at the ferry line. 

As I practiced Walking Meditation at the LSP – Liberty State Park, Jersey city, memories of such walks and discussions with my parents, uncles, and other family members in the Neelkanth Temple area of Rishikesh, which is in the Shivalik Range (also called the sub-Himalayas). 

Shared journeys with family have influenced my perspectives and values. This trip to Jersey city was punctuated by a night halt at Rochester. Went for a walk through John Street area of the campus where my nephew Mayank stays and studies. We talked about the times when my father would visit me in the hostel and we would go for walks to Kotla and Lodhi gardens and Palam and Exploring the Seeds of Time to art journeys in Malta and nature walks in Niagara

TIME’S CANVAS

But the real story isn’t just about what Morris accomplished in that 8-minute canoe trip. It’s about the journey that came before, the three-hour family odyssey with his wife Ethel and children Sam and Judy, through Holland tunnel traffic jams and ferry-line waits. That shared family experience, unglamorous and imperfect, was the soil from which his legacy grew. 

The eight-minute canoe trip itself teaches us the paradox of legacy: transformative change often happens in moments that seem impossibly brief, yet they are built upon years of accumulated values, relationships, and quiet determination. 

Morris didn’t invent his vision during that crossing. He was simply putting into action what his life—and his family—had already instilled in him.

FIVE YEARS ON THE TORONTO-NEW YORK CIRCUIT

    While returning from New York city,  in 2022, I had walked by Rathburn road in the night, and remembered the time when we first came to Mississauga in 2012.

Through walks in Gozo and Valletta, we got a sense of what life has been like for people whose families have lived here for centuries. Through connections with professionals who worked in North Africa-Middle East- Mint Tea in Tripoli -2012, we met a sub-culture of working people who carried with them different experiences and learnings. These experiences helped us make Sense of our realities, through Associations, learn new Lessons, and work towards Aspirations. Through the lessons learned column, we also made a list of things we would do Differently. (SALAD- Make sense, Associations, Lessons, Aspirations, Do Differently). 

MOVEMENT MEDITATION

Conclusion: The Waters We Leave Behind

Morris Pesin’s eight-minute canoe crossing in 1958 and again on October 28, 1961- on the 75th anniversary of the establishment of the Statue of Liberty- carries a quiet lesson about time, legacy, and family journeys. 

It reminds us that we are not isolated individuals racing toward personal achievement. We are links in a chain, shaped by the family journeys we’ve taken, the books we’ve read, the values our parents embedded in us, and the vision we carry forward.

EARLIER PERSPECTIVES- 2016 Movement and Elements Meditation by Alaknanda, in Chamoli district area of Uttarakhand-India

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