Despite The Odometer Game, watching what few birds I could find, listening to and singing along with my iPod, and whatever else occupied my mind yesterday, it seemed to take forever to arrive in Orlando. The drive took almost exactly 8 hours. The weather was weird--I was going through some strange front system, and it would be sunny and 91, and then drop to 82 or 79 or some other huge drop as I went through a downpour or a drizzle, and then the clouds would go away, the temperature would rise, and then the whole cycle would repeat. I didn't see many birds--it's not like the days in the 70s or early 80s when you drove through the south and all the ditches were filled with egrets and Purple Gallinules. But there was one Black Vulture sitting on a guardrail as traffic crawled through a construction zone.
Sunday, October 7, 2007
I made it!
Despite The Odometer Game, watching what few birds I could find, listening to and singing along with my iPod, and whatever else occupied my mind yesterday, it seemed to take forever to arrive in Orlando. The drive took almost exactly 8 hours. The weather was weird--I was going through some strange front system, and it would be sunny and 91, and then drop to 82 or 79 or some other huge drop as I went through a downpour or a drizzle, and then the clouds would go away, the temperature would rise, and then the whole cycle would repeat. I didn't see many birds--it's not like the days in the 70s or early 80s when you drove through the south and all the ditches were filled with egrets and Purple Gallinules. But there was one Black Vulture sitting on a guardrail as traffic crawled through a construction zone.