20-Dec-1999 -- It's been a long time since I've actually visited
a confluence. Most of my confluence time is spent on other people's
confluence. But I knew I needed to get back to my roots.
On our way from Massachusetts to Indiana, my family stopped by the
side of the road about 1500 feet from a confluence. It was raining, and the
only GPS I had was connected to a laptop, so we had to use a compass
and the length of my stride.
My mother (Mary Jane) and my youngest sister (Andrea) were partners in
the quest. The woods were grey, wet and rainy. We slipped and tripped on
and over leaves and branches and vines, making our way up a hillside to