There are few things (outside of my family) that make me truly happy … a Mark Knopfler guitar lick … nailing an apex on a gravel road … and snow.
Knopfler comes with me everywhere via my iPod. The time spent on gravel roads has dwindled, so I make the most of it when I can. But living in Georgia … well, that makes snow hard to come by.
But when it comes, it’s a glorious thing.
Last month I wrote a bit about the “Four Circles of Hell” and the start of our search for replacement cars. Phases one, two and three two have been completed, but phase four is not going so well.
(For the record, phases one and two were combined when we traded in my Subaru for a Honda Ridgeline, providing us with a vehicle that can tow and haul people and stuff in a massive amount of comfort. Phase three happened on Thursday when our trusty truck, Declan, went to a new home.)
There may be another video at some point, not sure I like it enough … but two driving scenes, through the windshield of Sylvester, same day, same general area … different levels of snow clearing in effect.
Home, at last.
I love to travel. I love to see new places, meet new people. I love to see old places and people just as much, which was what the last two weeks was all about – catching up.
On our northern drive earlier in the week I had feared the worst. I had watched the weather reports – bitter cold, lots of precipitation. We had purchased a new (to us) vehicle for the ride and got the dealer to put on new tires. I was set to go – new knobby tires, all wheel drive, heated leather seats.
My big fear, though, was missing the storm – I really needed to drive in some snow. It had been way too long.
A few photos and such from the road trip north … somewhere in Pennsylvania we stopped for the night. Morning brought a light dusting of snow, and a view down the hall. Check out the spherical distortion at the edges …