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More Travel
20 Mar 2012 05:26 pmWell they say travel broadens the mind. No one could say I don't travel. I was in Cambridge to install my husband into his new job. He is temping at Technology Square. Much needed to be done while he was away at work. I walked and walked. I got to know the area. I found a realtor. I found my hubby an apartment that we can afford on the transit system. I shopped for basic supplies. I moved stuff into the new apartment. We discussed logistics. He opted to be without car. I got him a transit pass. Life is adequate. I then moved on to my own agenda. I needed to get back and pack for Gulf Wars. It's hard to achieve world domain through yarn without the YARN! The ball winder was on the fritz again. (Reminder me to find Fritz later and get it off him). Over twenty pounds of yarn had to be wound by hand. Because of the ancient ball winder, it was a two person job. Sigh.
I struggled through it with help from Chronographia and Toni d'spoon. Crate after crate was packed. Yarn was dyed, rinsed, dried, wound and labeled. Finally the van was packed and I headed south with high hopes of avoiding white out conditions.
Did I mention the affinity I have for white outs? It is a thirteen hour drive normally from here to Cambridge without traffic. Pennsylvania has some lovely topography called mountains and a weather area known as the snow belt. I had the lovely chance to drive the entire length of the state along the snow belt. And what did I see as I drove along the snow belt? Why, snow of course. I have never seen snow fall up before. I have now. Visibility was nil as I drove through one cloud at a time. And then it was gone. And we'd climb another hill and the road disappears and reappears. I had enough of this in Green Bay and Michigan. But here stakes are much higher as sheer drops are right next to the road most of the way. So I was rather pleased that my trip south to Mississippi was much less harrowing. I was also pleased that I had the van and not the Jeep. The Jeep has an intermittent fault in the dashboard. Sometimes the gauges work and sometimes they don't. And the cruise control is permanently out-of-order thanks to the would-be thieves in Az. The van performed splendidly over the two day drive. My legs are not on speaking terms with me because no one should drive as much as I do.
The weather was indeed splendid and has continued so even now that I am back at home. More on Gulf Wars later.
I struggled through it with help from Chronographia and Toni d'spoon. Crate after crate was packed. Yarn was dyed, rinsed, dried, wound and labeled. Finally the van was packed and I headed south with high hopes of avoiding white out conditions.
Did I mention the affinity I have for white outs? It is a thirteen hour drive normally from here to Cambridge without traffic. Pennsylvania has some lovely topography called mountains and a weather area known as the snow belt. I had the lovely chance to drive the entire length of the state along the snow belt. And what did I see as I drove along the snow belt? Why, snow of course. I have never seen snow fall up before. I have now. Visibility was nil as I drove through one cloud at a time. And then it was gone. And we'd climb another hill and the road disappears and reappears. I had enough of this in Green Bay and Michigan. But here stakes are much higher as sheer drops are right next to the road most of the way. So I was rather pleased that my trip south to Mississippi was much less harrowing. I was also pleased that I had the van and not the Jeep. The Jeep has an intermittent fault in the dashboard. Sometimes the gauges work and sometimes they don't. And the cruise control is permanently out-of-order thanks to the would-be thieves in Az. The van performed splendidly over the two day drive. My legs are not on speaking terms with me because no one should drive as much as I do.
The weather was indeed splendid and has continued so even now that I am back at home. More on Gulf Wars later.
