Wishing to give the new fitness device (misleadingly called a watch, which is accurate in that it does tell time, yet has a fuzziness similar to a smartphone—which is far more smart than phone) a tryout, I got out pretty darned early, and paced myself, ending up with a mostly sunny three miles. One darned gorgeous fencerow maple.
And a tree skeleton—an elm, I’m guessing. Rain most of the overnight hours, hence intermittent puddles and mud.
I worked very hard to turn this into moose tracks, but the overwhelming evidence of an adjacent cattle pasture and a vague recollection that moose tracks look like giant deer tracks, and thus are much narrower…forced me to accept the domestic nature of this evidence.
Although clouds were coming in, we went over to the refuge to drive the loop. We did see a few ducks, geese, and swans at a distance, but this dirty great blue heron (?) was the most interesting specimen we spotted. A quiet day for critters.
Dramatic maroon leaves on this small tree.
And the autumn mushrooms are about…or at least they strike me as a different assortment of species from the springtime crop. Or my dataset is skewed and, most likely of all, my observations are based on ignorance.
It is Apple season, too. I/we splurged on the new 6 (the first AppleWatch in our household), and originally delivery was promised Oct 3–5. It came today. In fact, it went from Mt Pleasant to Rudyard this morning, then out for delivery. Just days ago it was in Alaska, Singapore, and China—in reverse order.
So far I can confirm that I have a heartbeat and that the device counts my steps, plus I have received and sent texts. You can “write” a text by bringing up this zone for you to finger spell in. My letter shapes were darned crude, yet it got every one correct immediately. Yup, Apple season.
We got up and did our usual ablutions, breakfast, and getting on the road northbound. More, more! Found fall color…even shadows.
And closeup sumac at a rest area.
Then: the Big Bridge. With cloud cover and intermittent moisture.
Today’s mystery object…remains a mystery.
Traditional stop for lunch at Clyde’s, bison-burger with, wait for it, fries! Fresh, hot fries are a rare treat during this pandemic.
This is where we stop to get milk, the local paper, and necessities for our first overnight.
And the lake. One of many in the region, but for this locale, this is the lake.
Feels soooooo good to be here.
Guru report: almost 800 miles today. Handy Hero the Handyman Hammerman ushered us onto the interstate.
Much later, at a Ohio rest area, we didn’t rest, but did get in a few steps and used the facilities. And grabbed a few snaps of a fine orange sun, peeking through a relatively complete cloud layer.
Despite today’s many miles, I’m looking forward to tomorrow’s drive!…well, more tomorrow’s destination…teehee
We think this cell tower’s…uh-hem…adornments…are new since we cruised this neighborhood last. It had three large construction cranes around it (only one and an edge in photo), and I said, “It’s a crane nest.”
I guess you had to be there.
I must be doing something right. Despite all the upsetting, stressful, and chaotic news emerging day after day (and I am paying modest attention to current events), my blood pressure has been “okay” every morning lately.
Something went a bit wrong here…the flames are leaving the Ford…oops: missing screw.
This is the logo/type area of the legendary Jeanne Burns…device: Servespoon. It’s like a narrow pancake turner with slots in the blade. One of a kind these days, and perfect for the James lasagne we enjoyed.
If we didn’t have fancy aerodynamic bumpers, I’d think about getting a tray-style one. If it didn’t require driving a firetruck to have such useful styling.
I’m guessing special nozzle?
Of course, if I had to fight fires to get such a bumper, well, I’d probably be sent out west right away. Way too impossible.
I’ve worried about her health for years. Goodbye, Ruth.
We managed to time our run to early-vote* to between rain bands. Sally, doncha know. Some rainfall was windy and would have been yucky to venture out in.
But it stayed wet even so, witness that magnificent droplet on a wee magenta-pink basil blossom.
* Not lucky that we had to vote because John Lewis died, and we need a representative to finish his term.