Another American Adventure: Driving south, again (top to bottom)

Friday, January 14, 2011

Driving south, again (top to bottom)

Left Cranberry TWP about 8 this morning in snow. The biggest problem was getting the defogger working in the car. Had to stop to get more windshield wiper fluid in WV. Side roads in West Virginia were all snow but the highway was fine. Sun most of the day. An extra hour of daylight in the evening this far south. Still another 500 miles to go.

My car is ready!

Last look at Berkley Manor

Leaving Berkley Manor

W. PA

Southwestern VA

Western North Carolina

Western South Carolina

4 comments:

BarbaraJanuary 14, 2011 at 9:45 PM
You sure made tracks! I am so relieved that the highways were so open. The snow appears to be behind you now. Safe trip home to Florida!

P.S. Oh yes, you can be blind without windshield wiper fluid! I am glad you were able to top it up in time.
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Sally ClayJanuary 15, 2011 at 7:40 AM
Looks like a long, long ride. I hope that soon you will make it safely to Florida.

This week I signed up for Ancestry.com, and I have been constructing and revising my family tree, so far back to the 1700's.
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AnonymousJanuary 15, 2011 at 11:53 AM
It's the operator not the car. To operate a Toyota defroster correctly you have to push the AC button and the heat.
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beth cioffolettiJanuary 15, 2011 at 3:41 PM
Ah yes. Makes perfect sense, turn the AC on when it's cold outside!
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"In those first days, people said, a squirrel could run the long length of Pennsylvania without ever touching the ground. In those first days, the woods were white oak and chestnut, hickory, maple, sycamore, walnut, wild ash, wild plum, and white pine. The pine grew on the ridgetops where the mountains' lumpy spines stuck up and their skin was thinnest.

"The wilderness was uncanny, unknown. Benjamin Franklin had already invented his stove in Philadelphia by 1753, and Thomas Jefferson was a schoolboy in Virginia; French soldiers had been living in forts along Lake Erie for two generations. But west of the Alleghenies in western Pennsylvania, there was not even a settlement, not even a cabin. No Indians lived there, or even near there.

"Wild grapevines tangled the treetops and shut out the sun. Few songbirds lived in the deep woods. Bright Carolina parakeets - red, green, and yellow - nested in the dark forest. There were ravens then, too. Woodpeckers rattled the big trees' trunks, ruffed grouse whirred their tail feathers in the fall, and every long once in a while a nervous gang of empty-headed turkeys came hustling and kicking through the leaves - but no one heard any of this, no one at all."

Annie Dillard, An American Childhood.