Seasons

There are many who say that in the Northeast there are 3 seasons: winter, mud, and road construction (there are other variations). Daisy and I know the Road Construction part to be true. On Friday we drove only about 150 miles from my brother's to Albany, NY, and it took over 4 hours. We spent the night and I re-acquanted myself with my best friend from high school whom I've not seen in over 20 years. (Great to catch up!)
Then today we drove a bit over 300 miles to Gettysburg, PA, and I won't even tell you how long it took. There was so much construction that I finally decided to seek an "alternative route" that took me on a toll road for about 15 miles. Now here is what I do not get about most toll roads (and bridges): they do NOT tell you how much the toll is until you are in sight of the toll booth with a few semis on your butt. Further, the THREE (in FIFTEEN miles) toll booths that I encountered were not manned, requiring that I have exact change, overpay, or break the law. I had a few 20s with me (not helpful), a one-dollar bill, and a bit of change. We squeaked by with 5 cents to spare. I guess one moral of this story is to always travel with a few dollars in change or at least some ones.
So I am road weary, although Daisy is...fresh as a Daisy. Going home promises to be just as bad, as I am meeting a friend here later tonight, and she is currently caught up in the same crap coming from NC. Maybe I'll go home via Kentucky....
Tomorrow promises to be a great day--no matter that the weather man is threatening us with rain and thunderstorms. My friend B is on her way, and tomorrow we'll meet some of my parents' closest friends for lunch and to tour some of the battlefield. It's not our first time here. I find that the more I visit any battlefield, the better I am able to understand the battle itself and the heroism of all participants (and insanity of some leaders at sometimes--see Pickett's Charge). More on the Battlefield tomorrow.