The farm where we get our weekly CSA share and where our good friends the Glenns live is on the north side of this one-lane bridge. In fact, their driveway is not far behind me where I took this picture of the washed out road. It went out Thursday afternoon when the level of the water was over the top of the bridge iron-work! Actually, the bridge itself seems to be fine.
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We drove up to Massachusetts today to see Dorothy for Homecoming weekend. We were there at Homecoming weekend her freshman year although we didn’t actually go to any of the scheduled events. She was just getting used to being away at college and wanted to show us some of the places she had discovered and to introduce us to some of her new friends. As a senior, this year is quite different. We still don’t have plans to attend a lot of the scheduled events, but we’ll do a few. Some of the friends are the same and there are a plenty of new friends.
Anyway, I prefer to take the slightly longer (by about 14 miles) route up the Garden State Parkway and across the Tappan Zee Bridge and the Merritt Parkway rather than taking the George Washington Bridge and sticking to Interstate 95 across New York and Connecticut. When we drove up in August of 2015 they were building the piers for the new bridge. Now we’re driving across the new bridge and you can just see a part of the old bridge on the right. This new bridge is officially named after former New York Governor Mario Cuomo but I think its name will always be the Tappan Zee Bridge, to me.
We drove home from Massachusetts today. Nine and a half hours isn’t a bad amount of time for the 475 mile trip, but with only two stops, it really shouldn’t have taken so long. We had to detour twice to get around significant problems, once near Sturbridge, in Massachusetts and then at the 95, 295, 495 interchange on the western shore of the Delaware River, after crossing the Delaware Memorial Bridge. There was no getting around the traffic getting onto the George Washington Bridge, crossing the Hudson. The stop and go traffic, however, gave me the opportunity to take a few photos as we got onto and crossed the bridge.
Cathy and I met Dorothy and two of her friends in Pennsylvania today and began the process of replacing the screen on the cabin’s porch. As we were leaving we discovered we had a flat tire. I changed the tire but snapped off one of the lug studs when taking off the old tire (cross threaded lug nut). As with most cars, ours is equipped with one of the stupid, little doughnut type tires designed to save car companies money at the expense of the customer. Consequently, I didn’t want to drive the whole way home on the highway and it took us considerably longer to get home. On the other hand, we did get to drive through this covered bridge. It’s on Old Frederick Road at Loy’s Station crossing Owens Creek in Rocky Ridge, Maryland. It was first built around 1880 and although it’s been modified and rebuilt, the timbers are original.
I drove to White Marsh, north of Baltimore this morning on an extended errand. Cathy was working all morning so I thought I’d add a little photography to my return trip. I stopped at North Point State Park with it’s stone breakwater extending well out into the Chesapeake Bay. I also walked part of the wetland trail but it was pretty quiet, without even many birds. I might return in the spring or summer and walk their Black Marsh Trail, which looks promising. Then I drove across the Francis Scott Key Bridge and found a good vantage for photographs at Fort Armistead Park (which doesn’t have much to recommend it, frankly). The FSK isn’t the biggest or most impressive bridge in the area, but it’s a pretty big thing.