Yes, I took this picture while I was driving. No, you probably shouldn't do that. Yes, I could probably get a ticket for it.
First of all, this is what it looks like where I live. The picture may not convey adequately the Misty Mountain-yness of it, but trust me. Its misty. And mountainy. And pretty when it isn't all gray and muggy and gross. This highway has one of those gorges where you could slam on the gas, bust through the guardrail, and do a Thelma and Louise into a public waterway. Cool!
Why do I love thee, O Ithaca? Because 15 minutes from this:
You have this:
Whatever our differences, our common denominator is art.
My favorite place to get bulk mixed nuts and other crunchy granola happy things. Also the place you are most likely to see white folks with dreadlocks. (White folks: stop it.) What you don't see is the cluster of employees hunkered down smoking to the left of the bicycles. Still! Happy happy crunchy place and the best bathroom graffiti in town. I took this picture from the third level of a parking garage, which gives you some idea how high they are. But at least they have Peter Pan harnesses and safety lines on. They spent all day stapling the orange stuff on top of the yellow stuff. Which made me think, I could totally do that job. I wouldn't WANT to, but I COULD.
Home again, home again, giggety giggety. And look! Route 17 is under construction! What a surprise!!!!
Yeah, stuff is missing, like the cool guy from Sydney I met, and our drive out to his storage unit up a section of 13 that has no lines, only cones which are so confusing I just sort of made my own lane while he laughed. Or the Autumn Leaves bookstore, where a kind young gentleman with ice blue eyes made me a fantastic grilled cheese sandwich. Or the sign I couldn't get a picture of, outside Stevensville, NY, of a peace sign, and an arrow, nailed to a pole. What are they saying, exactly? I may never know. Perhaps that is where the gentleman in the white Subaru who tailgated me all the way from the Spencer cutoff should go. Nope, I didn't slow down so you could pass when you tried. You tried in a stupid place. A quarter mile from the highway onramp. Please. And I was disappointed what with your angry gesturing and yelling when, as you did pass two minutes later, I saw all your rainbow and equality stickers. Peace, brother. Its in Stevensville. Follow the sign.