We met my aunt at Hancock today for the Grandmom exchange. Hancock is about halfway betwen our houses, and Hepburn’s is a nice place to meet, since I can buy fresh apples or whatever they happen to have in stock, as well as apple butter, jams, apple sauce, honey, and many other local products.

They also have fresh pies, but we refrained from buying one of those (much to Grandmom’s disappointment.)

To entertain myself on the way out I tried to get pictures as we were driving along. Stuck in the backseat on the way home, I txt’d everyone to death.

Here we are several miles away from the cut.

Getting ready to go through the cut. The sides are high enough that we lose satellite radio reception while we pass through.

Sky was very pretty.

Here’s a sight familiar to anyone whose been driving this road since it was Route 48–and perhaps even when it was Route 40. Good thing Noah didn’t move that slowly. (See Eric: still there, and still completely unchanged.)

I’m also pretty sure that Noah didn’t make his ark out of steel girders driven into the ground.