When I hit Route Z west of Gordonville after visiting in-laws John and Dee Perry, I saw a huge, orange orb getting ready to drop below the horizon. There wasn’t a good place to stop, so I wrote it off.
Instead of turning left onto 25 to go to Cape, though, I went right to see what was happening in Dutchtown. The sun was gone, but I pulled off on a levee road just south of the Diversion Channel when I saw the sky still had some color. (Click on the photos to make them larger.)
The water in the foreground is what I thought Dad would call a Bar Pit. It wasn’t until many years later that I learned that it was a BORROW pit, a hole created when dirt was removed to make fills somewhere else.
Other kids counted cows and out-of-state license tags on road trips. Dad had us boys call out “Cut” or “Fill” to identify where the topography had been altered to reduce the road grades between hills and valleys.
Plowed the same ground in 2014
Interestingly enough, I had pulled off in the same place in 2014 (with far more dramatic results).
Super Moon
When I looked into the rearview mirror to back out of the levee road, this guy popped up.
I had learned years ago that it was a waste of time to chase the moon because it would always move faster than you can. This fits into my motto, “Shoot it when you see it before all the magic leaks out.”