10.1.14 All About The Learning Curve

Hatfield was so beautiful - such a quiet small farming town. I left an appointment, and as I drove back, caught sight of a dirt road running alongside an old school building. Curiosity got the best of me, especially since the Connecticut was that-a- way. 

How can one ever turn down an opportunity to go visit our river?
So, despite a new car ( easier to do possibly irrational things with old cars) I carefully made my way to the end, and coming upon a T, with the river straight ahead, I chose right, made the turn, and watched as the road ( yup) 

became smaller ( yup) and as I continued along , more and more ( yup) rutted. 

Still , the trees and foliage and river and backyards and fields of pumpkins and squash and other produce were beautiful, the path pretty elevated, so no turning round. 
I'd made my path; I'd have to drive on it. Eventually I came to a few really lovely campsites with stone barbecues and landings down in the water. A large group of Mallards floating quietly by.

The deep green of unturned trees on the opposite shore reflected in the water, as well as purple storm clouds, overhead.
I caught sight of a steep, mowed path on the opposite side. I got out of the brandy new car to scope out the lay of the land, backed down the steep path, and managed to drive back up and make my way
carefully avoiding the deep ruts for the survival of the undercarriage,til I made the sharp turn, and drove alongside the school, déjà vu all over again .

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Pulled out onto a nicely paved, flat, roomy road, some self-admonishment taking place; making my vows, yeah, about STOPPING, and thinking twice.
Thing is, I've a. always had my own car ( your car, your mistake, your problem) and b. Never had a pretty nice pretty new car. And lastly, c. Never before been financially supported (aaarrrggghhh) by my beloved before . Tough enough.But, as I always say, it's all about the learning curve.
Which I've had, now, regarding woo hoo car choices.
Oh. Except it does have some power. Wound it up a couple of times, when we brought it home last week, just to check it out. 


Now I'll return to the slow-and-steady driving that common sense demands.
No more winter peeling out of perilously deep mud and wild lands .


No more taking the jeep and bouncing off the snow laden side of the hill when the road is sheer ice, to slow things down.
No more wandering about vast networks of farmer's obscure roads, discovering what lies beneath.
Ah well. It was fun, while it lasted.