Thursday, September 24, 2009

It Never Rains in California. . .

Or at least like it did this past week in Georgia. Here are a few pictures of the trip on Saturday to Atlanta to a Braves-Phillies game. Realize we are going between 25 and 30 mph on a freeway and the wipers are on the fastest speed available.






The black blob on the left of the picture is a forest. There is one on the right also. The effect is a tunnel that you drive through. It reminded me of Northern CA/Oregon. You know the claustrophobic feeling of driving with limited vision, and returning at night through territory you know little? In Northern CA we have Sasquatch to give you fear, eventually finding out it was a hoax. This is where Deliverence took place.





The road signage was suspect also. You see the Hwy. 85 sign on the other side of the barrier? I still think that is/was where we were supposed to be, but the sign is our notice to be there, after the exit. We got to downtown Atlanta and Turner Field and back to Columbus, but to this day I'm not sure how.



This last picture is of some of the local fauna. The first time we saw this lovely dog it wasn't raining, then the deluge. At least this one was recognizable. At one point on our trip, I reached down to pick up what I thought was a child's plastic airplane about 4" across and it was a moth of some kind. Dr. Seuss Flora and Fauna is right.



When it was all said and done the trip was good and the people were nice, friendly and well-mannered. That also was very un-California like. I'll post more on different subjects in the future. I'd also like to mention that even though I'm whining about the rain, people are having their houses flooded. The was over 24" of rain in 24 hours in some places. It was reported as the second worse flood height in history for that region. The people do deserve our prayers.

2 comments:

vinesearch said...

I guess Turner Field is indoors?

Steve said...

Turner Field is an open stadium, and after the gas flame smoke for a strikeout by a Braves pitcher and the fireworks we were thankful that the smoke could get out.

Good Providence on he harvest. May there be many juicy gapes and at least someone to buy them all.