I’ve written two posts about driving out of the Mohawk Valley, and they’re fun to write. As we drove out Friday to visit family in Vermont, I searched for new and different things to note.
One different thing was a fast stop at Vintage Spirits, because I wanted a bottle of white wine. They were having a wine tasting, but I did not have time to stay and sip. Too bad, because that obviously would have made a much better blog post.
“Oh, you got the email,” Bronson said when he saw me. He started to tell me about the full bodied reds, my favorite — oh I wanted to stay and taste! I interrupted him: “Yes. I can’t stay and taste. I just want to taste one thing.” I pointed to the white version of Menage a Trois. I love blends, and the red Menage a Trois is one of my favorites, for the taste and for the name. Bronson poured me some. I liked it.
“It’s lively.” That was the first word that came to mind. I really had no time to stop and savor. “I have to go. My husband is waiting; we’re headed to Vermont.” Several people wished me a good trip. I hurried down the wine aisle and grabbed a bottle.
So we got on the road a mere twelve minutes later than anticipated. It was not only the liquor store stop; I had as usual the One More Thing Disease as we left the house.
The fall colors were at the beginning stages. We saw patches of color here and there, as well as one or two individual trees that were breathtaking. We enjoyed the usual small town sights as we drove. We do not travel the Thruway when we go to Vermont. The back roads are not really further, and they are so much more picturesque. If we had not gotten stuck behind that idiot with the dealer plates going 45 mph for miles and miles, we would have made very good time. Perhaps it is unfair to call him (or her) an idiot. He (or she) may have had a very good reason for driving so slowly.
I felt sad when the sun went down, although I did enjoy the pink clouds at twilight. Once it was dark I liked going through towns and looking for houses with lights on. I got in the habit of doing that while riding the Greyhound Bus between Rome and Potsdam. I always felt less lonely when people had lights on. Of course, I did not need to feel lonely with my husband and dog in the car, but I still like to see the lights.
The last portion of our drive was not very enjoyable, for me at least. The roads were dark and twisty. Steven felt fairly confident maneuvering down them, as this was his old stomping ground (there’s a funny expression; I have to ask, did he actually stomp there in years past?) (He says, “On occasion”).
At last we arrived at our destination. Not too exciting a drive, not too exciting a post. We do what we can.
Mohawk Valley Girl 