At the end of a second long day, beginning and ending with long drives in the car, there was an opportunity to appreciate the beauty surrounding me. Luckily the sojourns began with bright, sunny mornings. A light dusting of snow last night left every field and byway glistening bleach white. Hills and dales were smoothly carpeted. Once and awhile tracks were spotted over the smooth canvas – turkey, fox? So what if the car looks like a painter’s spatter drop sheet? Mine wasn’t the only one that was mired in slush. There was no way to avoid the slush, just like there was no way to avoid the frost heaves – pot holes caused by the freezing and thawing of the roads. There was consolation in knowing those high snow banks lining the road would prevent anyone from sliding off the road. However, I do think some of those banks were frozen solid, and they would cause damage sliding into them! It was fun though comparing the size of those banks from one area to the next.
The best part of the trip was traveling in the evening in the dark in our unpopulated area. It was like being encapsulated in my own world while exploring the view as far as the headlights could illuminate. Even the familiar landscapes appeared different. There was a sudden shock – where am I?! Then there was a recognizable feature to reassure me that I was okay. At times it was like tunneling through the forest with tall, dark trees looming overhead. At times it was like skimming along the surface with open air all around. Finally, it was the up driveway and into the garage. Home at last! There’s no place like home. . .