I just drove about 60 miles in a SUV* for a gallon of cider. Thus do I assert my American Manhood in the face of global warming, peak oil, and the falling dollar.
Granted, I had intended, when I departed the driveway, to also check on our old hundred-acre farm out on the ridge, which also resides in that general direction. But a passing survey of the dirt roads en-route led me to put that off for a drier season. Hate to get that nice new car all muddy. I'd also intended to get some Greening apples for pies and such, but they haven't started picking them yet. Season is late. Try again in two or three weeks, by which time the North Road also may be passable.
And I got to survey the march of autumn in the New England back country and hills, which has advanced to bare trees in some areas and swaths of yellow, orange, and red in others. People pay good money (well, U.S. money) for such tours.
And preliminary sampling of the cider indicates a good year.
*Small SUV, that gets 30 MPG on the highway . . .
Granted, I had intended, when I departed the driveway, to also check on our old hundred-acre farm out on the ridge, which also resides in that general direction. But a passing survey of the dirt roads en-route led me to put that off for a drier season. Hate to get that nice new car all muddy. I'd also intended to get some Greening apples for pies and such, but they haven't started picking them yet. Season is late. Try again in two or three weeks, by which time the North Road also may be passable.
And I got to survey the march of autumn in the New England back country and hills, which has advanced to bare trees in some areas and swaths of yellow, orange, and red in others. People pay good money (well, U.S. money) for such tours.
And preliminary sampling of the cider indicates a good year.
*Small SUV, that gets 30 MPG on the highway . . .