Saturday, October 20
Tuesday 16 October
Had to put on Merrick when I woke up. We didn't leave for the Adirondacks until after eleven, well over an hour later than planned, but I was content to whine about it to Ester for a minute or two and then shut up and enjoy it. It's hard to imagine a more glorious day or venue for a six hour drive; the leaves stunning at every turn, American flags everywhere, a complete collection of lower-echelon Marriott establishments, a stop at Mobil for gas and a map and later one at Mama's Express for a tasty turkey club and curly fries, Ryan Adams then Madonna then "B" and "A" barn mixes and Ani and the Beasties, groceries at Tupper Tops (veggies and drinks, back for crisco). I read sixty pages of GR, wrapping up the reading for the previous week and passing the halfway point in the book, while conversing with the other two who were unable to read in the car. By the time we passed Blue Mountain Lake, the leaves had begun to disappear, but the sun shone on. We made good time, conforming to the estimated 2.5 to Albany, 3.5 from there, arriving before six. Not in the mood for much else, we read (Sot-Weed again finally), ate (pesto, reheated borscht), drank (Kahlua and milk), baked (a pie, silly!), slept. I was home, and I think the others were nearly as happy to be there as I was, which was comforting.
Had to put on Merrick when I woke up. We didn't leave for the Adirondacks until after eleven, well over an hour later than planned, but I was content to whine about it to Ester for a minute or two and then shut up and enjoy it. It's hard to imagine a more glorious day or venue for a six hour drive; the leaves stunning at every turn, American flags everywhere, a complete collection of lower-echelon Marriott establishments, a stop at Mobil for gas and a map and later one at Mama's Express for a tasty turkey club and curly fries, Ryan Adams then Madonna then "B" and "A" barn mixes and Ani and the Beasties, groceries at Tupper Tops (veggies and drinks, back for crisco). I read sixty pages of GR, wrapping up the reading for the previous week and passing the halfway point in the book, while conversing with the other two who were unable to read in the car. By the time we passed Blue Mountain Lake, the leaves had begun to disappear, but the sun shone on. We made good time, conforming to the estimated 2.5 to Albany, 3.5 from there, arriving before six. Not in the mood for much else, we read (Sot-Weed again finally), ate (pesto, reheated borscht), drank (Kahlua and milk), baked (a pie, silly!), slept. I was home, and I think the others were nearly as happy to be there as I was, which was comforting.
