Today was a long day of driving, over seven hours not including stops. We rolled thru 3,000 miles in the morning, but this time we didn’t notice. Back when I spent an hour commuting every day, my right foot, ankle, knee and both cheeks were like iron. I could drive all day and not notice. Now that days go by without me getting behind the wheel, and when I do drive it’s like 2 minutes, I’ve turned to clay, clay that gets tired and sore easily. I know, whaa whaa whaa, would you like some cheese to go with that wine.
We drove through Vermont without stopping (my better half is still miffed we had to cancel our Airbnb there), crossed Lake Champlain, and then took a maze of county roads in the Adirondacks before reaching I-89 for a single exit, and then through Pottersville (no Nick’s) and a series of state highways still in the Adirondacks and beyond before getting to a nice long stretch of I-90. We drove through all kinds of weather: a couple of moments of sunshine, mostly overcast, and some rain. The rain was all in the Adirondacks which were beautiful when it wasn’t raining. The big issue we had with taking side roads was that there were few places to eat, all closed on a Tuesday afternoon, and few gas stations but at least all we needed was the one open one we found. Our emergency almonds came in handy.
Vermont and New York were full of signs warning about Moose, so I said “promises promises” for each one until even I got tired of it, there were so many signs. Plenty of turkeys though. Even dead ones. Vermont was (virtually) empty of cars with out-of-state license plates, but we did see a couple of Massachusetts plates.
The good news is we are staying at this Airbnb for four nights. Hallelujah! MBH mentioned a couple of days ago next trip we are going somewhere and staying there. Not that long ago I would have said “how boring”, but now I say “how relaxing”.
One thing I’ve learned from this trip is that not only can you not see the forest for the trees, you can’t see lakes and mountains for the trees too. Let me just say we will never run out of wood and pulp in this country given how absolutely covered in trees the Eastern half of the country is.
What is the dividing line between New Hampshire and Vermont? The Connecticut River.
And on that bombshell we end today’s episode.
One of is pretty happy, one is pretty dubious
