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Oh no. Traffic!
Back in Seattle, we could get stuck in a jam just running out for a loaf of bread.
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Crossing Champlain Canal, on the way to my new pain clinic in Queensbury.
After many months, relief!
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Waiting for a light in Fort Edward, I admired a honey-locust tree that almost sparkled in afternoon sunlight.
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Passing through Hudson Falls we were only 8 minutes from our destination and realised that in future we can reduce our estimated travel time! We both have a horror of being late, preferring to arrive early and quite often I find myself being taken care of ahead of time which is a bonus.
In Seattle we had to add lots of time for delays and though I don’t recall ever being late, we were once in a horrendous traffic jam coming home, one of those where there was no escape. It was part of the reason I decided to return east and away from suburbia.
Two hours later we got more false promises of rain. Note the osprey nest.
That’s more like it…not a car to be seen.
The Sun cast deep shadows on the empty road.
(Every time I try to write that word, it comes out toad, which at least sometimes gives me something to laugh about!)
Behind us on the other side of the Hudson.
In the rear-view mirror, I watched the sky boiling up.
Then my driver took a wrong turn, which gave me the opportunity for a better shot.
Facing the right way again.
We passed a field of corn that looked short and hairy.
And another that seemed dead. Not sure what that’s about.
When we stopped briefly in Greenwich, the front caught up with us.
Those are the token raindrops we got.
“Come on, Junior. Catch up!”
When I was at boarding school, my father was told he must write to me, but not knowing how to communicate with a child, he made it into a letter from the family budgerigar and maybe that’s where I learned to put thought bubbles to bird and animal pictures.
Not that it’s unusual. Many people do it.
“Putt-putt” avoidance saw us on a side road which provided wild turkeys.
“Putt-putt” = slow-moving vehicle, for anyone who hasn’t seen the reference before!
I lied. We got twelve more drops.
The storm seemed to lose interest in bringing us rain, shrugged its shoulders and moved on.
Coming over the hill.
To sunny, dry Cambridge where Grant activated the sprinkler for our parched garden.
What a bliss, Carolyn, empty roads, the sky full of tumbling clouds, and still no rain, just like here. At least you can use the hose in your parched garden, while we have a ban on using water.
Joanna
I am always envious of those traffic-free roads. We have some like those around Beetley of course, but as soon as we get close to the nearest town of Dereham, there are always many more cars. Our mini- heatwave has finally subsided, back down to 23C/73F at the moment, which is much more pleasant than the 33C/91 on Tuesday.
Best wishes, Pete.
We had 17 drops of rain today!
I used to travel here to there across the country on two lane highways, rolling along at a good clip when out of the trees a pickup would pull out(without looking) past a mailbox and after flat spotting my tires I’d end up behind a truck driven by a ubiquitous silhouette of a ball cap over teapot handle ears. To this day I get behind a slow-ball and refer to the drivers as Grandpa Big Ears.
I’m not a big fan of traffic (and although it is great to be staying in Cape Town again, I much prefer the peace and quiet on the farm, where we currently live, rather than going shopping. But if the roads are as quiet as they are by you, I wouldn’t mind driving to town every day!