A day at home, getting things done seemed such a lovely idea, but having managed to obtain an electoral ballot, I was somewhat dubious of trusting it to a mail system that has failed me now several times.
So another sortie was on the cards. Fort Edwards is an hour’s drive up the Hudson and there I could deposit my ballot in an official drop box.
It seemed the responsible thing to do.
Other things will get caught up eventually. Or not.
Does it matter?
Two days of warm weather crisped up the foliage, much of which was then blown down by yesterday’s gusty breeze, so I think we have arrived at that “almost over” phase of Fall.
Yet, not quite…
Many trees refuse to comply.
Up the road a truck was dumping dirt…
…no idea why.
But it gave me the chance to capture the ghost trees.
There is still plenty of colour in the countryside.
Heading north, out of Greenwich.
Another “windey” road.
Riding in the car on these bends feels like being in a bobsled race.
(Not that I have ever done one of those.)
Passing through Argyle.
There are so many abandoned farms.
Little “pops” of colour are every bit as delightful as full Fall colours.
For me, anyway.
Entering Fort Edward
Mission accomplished, we chose to follow the river.
And stopped at Lock #7
We found ourselves in horse country
Noticing a UPS truck in the rear-view, Grant took a side-road to get away from it. So we could meander at leisure.
Wouldn’t you know, the truck turned off as well. So we let him pass.
Taking side-roads is a good way to explore.
Lots of places are similar, but never the same.
The leaves on this tree were almost black and it’s top appeared to have been molded by wind in this rather exposed area. Other trees nearby were equally bent.
At this juncture, my camera’s battery died
So I fished out my other camera and used that until it also died.
By then we were nearly home anyway, which we discovered rather to our surprise. We had ended up on the skirts of Greenwich without even realizing.
Just as well because it was time for their lunch…