Delightful. Four hours from driveway to driveway. Mine to mine. Once I get above Tylerville and into Haddam it becomes somewhere else. Where I am is cool. Somewhere else is cool too. Especially on empty roads.
There’s a good network of gravel and dirt and a little pavement if I make a wrong turn. I know most of the holes and ditches, and avoid them. But after last week’s windstorm there were some new ones. No big deal.
There was one stretch at 45 minutes in when I clocked almost an hour and a quarter without getting passed by anything. What’s not to love about where we live? That’s a rhetorical question. But feel free to reply.
All This By Hand