This is where the fish lives

I’m cutting it close to the wire tonight, as I was delayed on my weekly journey to Essex Junction, Vermont, to participate in the bowling league sponsored by Champlain ARC, a charitable organization for which my probable future sister-in-law works. Today the Adirondacks experienced temperatures in the low 70s, which puts it about 40 degrees higher than this March’s average. While the warmth was welcome, I had forgotten what might happen when an entire watershed experiences about 9 inches of snowmelt in one day. Needless to say, with all the fog and the possible flooding, I’m lucky to be alive, albeit with the last sixteen miles of the drive taking about forty five tortuous minutes. Of course, when you’re driving in the dark alongside a ravine like this, you take as long as you need to.
So I’ll try to get something more interesting tomorrow.