Back on 06 January, I posted the first half of my trips to visit family up and down (literally) the east coast. I promised that I would, on the next day, post the second half. So here it is nineteen days later, and I realized that I had let down my loyal fan. Er, fans. Both. So, without further ado, here is the second half of my travelogue (with pictures (and parenthetical statements inserted where apropos)): Read the rest of this entry ?
Archive for the ‘birds’ Category
First, we went to Florida. We left at oh-four-hundred (what’s the ‘oh’ stand for? oh, shit, it’s early!). Our first stop was the shoulder of I-81. When it was still dark. Why? So I could photograph my dashboard. No, I’m not kidding: Read the rest of this entry ?
I really must complement the Pennsylvania Department of Transportation. I commute on I-81 and, despite the replacement of no less than 6 bridges between Wilkes-Barre and Scranton, plus some other bridge work, the only major delays I have experienced have been the idiots who speed in the work areas and create accidents. The traffic is sometimes slow, but the major backups are rare. The lower speeds (frequently 35 to 45 miles an hour) does let me watch bumper stickers. Read the rest of this entry ?
(((Wife))) and I had something unusual on Monday: shared days off. So we loaded up the ice chest (home-made bread, some hard salami, aged cheddar, marinated artichoke hearts, roasted and fresh red pepper (just basic stuff)) and headed to a foreign country. Well, not a foreign country, just New Jersey. To Sandy Hook, part of Gateway National Recreation Area.
We saw three horseshoe crabs. Dead, but we still saw three:
As a kid, I was really into dinosaurs. I planned to be a palaeontologist. I tried to picture the world inhabited by the Chinle fauna. Or the late Cretaceous of Eastern Montana. I tried to imagine the world if dinosaurs were still around.
As an adult, and looking at my car insurance premiums, I’m real glad that, other than avian theropods, there are no dinosaurs. Hitting a whitetail is bad enough; hitting an Apatasaurus would be really bad. Mountain lions and grizzly bears see humans as possible food; working a forest fire with Utahraptors in the area would be damn close to suicidal. Though, Calvin’s dreams of T-Rexes flying F4 Phantoms? Could be interesting. (Though it would make Julia’s education a lot easier (and a lot more prosaic).) Read the rest of this entry ?