Earlier I took Little Papi out for a walk in the snow, down to the lake where we saw people ice fishing in the distance, snow blowing around them, giving it kind of an ethereal quality. It was cold -- bracing and refreshing (but the wind was sharp!)
Route 86 and the famous lake effect snow, which we (enjoyed/endured, take your pick) for a little over 100 miles -- heavy snow, lowered visibility, but no accumulation --so not too bad to drive in. Much better than the first 40 miles out of Chautauqua-- though the road was plowed, changing lanes meant crossing slush-covered ice. Very exciting, though I sure hoped it wouldn't stay like that through the rest of Ohio and Indiana. Though I haven't driven real winter weather in a long time, I'm grateful I learned to drive on New England roads in winter!
After the snow subsided and the skies cleared, we saw the beauty of yesterday's ice storm, and were glad we hadn't tried to drive in it. Even more so when we passed three jack-knifed tractor-trailers on Rte. 90. Two were on the side of the road, facing the wrong way. A third was in the meridian. (We weren't quick enough to catch the shot, but this is what they looked like - all ended up facing the oncoming traffic.)
Given the weather (yesterday's Chicago TV predicted 'treacherous' travel in the afternoon), we decided to stay put in Chautauqua for the day. We walked Papi in the rain, and visited the bookstore (terrific, almost overwhelming selection - reminds me of the old Harvard Coop bookstore), and of course we were thrilled to see our good friend and third-generation and lifelong Chautauquan Clint Wilder's book Clean Tech Nation on prominent display in the current events section. And then we went to the National Comedy Center in Jamestown.
From the Dick Van Dyke show and the inimitable Carl Reiner. Edits included. Years ago, Terry Gross interviewed Reiner on Fresh Air, and he made two points he believed were key to the longevity of the show. First, it was never mean-spirited (Everybody Loves Raymond, I'm talking to you). And it never used references to current events, or slang that would date it.
We did not expect on arrival (after 619 miles) to have to walk across a sheet of ice to get in! We scrambled to get some rock salt and some tools, with help from the officer on duty, Angelo Giuffre over. He even insisted on helping Joe unload the car. We gave him one of our loaves of bread. Turns out he is from Italy, and we had a really nice visit. A potentially stressful arrival turned into a sweet moment.
almost our last full day on the Cape for awhile.. no more Wellfleet oysters till next season, and no more wintry windy walks by Buck's Pond for awhile. next time i'm back, it'll be on my kayak or bike!
from the little blue cottage to redwood city,
Joe, Di, Little Papi and the Meep are taking the Dream Car and hitting the road back to the west coast. for awhile, anyway.