Tumbledown Barn
Spent the weekend in and around Albany NY. Drove by this crumbling ruin of a barn - still, apparently, being used as a workspace by someone, given the lumber and sealcoating and other stuff inside (not to mention an abandoned toilet) - on the way back from D's aunt's house (in someplace called Voorheesville) on Easter.
I crunched up and down the rolling terrain with its dead brown strawlike groundcover, knitted together by some mysterious and now-absent machine, trying not to think about snakes.
I'm from Florida, so anytime I'm outside of a city, or off the well-traveled road, I think about snakes. I asked D about snakes when I got back in the car - he said he didn't think they had any. I asked if he'd gone to summer camp as a kid and he said no. I was shocked! Some of my best and most torturous memories come from summers spent at day camp in Tree Tops Park in Fort Lauderdale, suffering humidity that can only be described as oppressive, avoiding wasps, poking snakes with sticks, listening for rattlers, jumping at crickets.
I crunched up and down the rolling terrain with its dead brown strawlike groundcover, knitted together by some mysterious and now-absent machine, trying not to think about snakes.
I'm from Florida, so anytime I'm outside of a city, or off the well-traveled road, I think about snakes. I asked D about snakes when I got back in the car - he said he didn't think they had any. I asked if he'd gone to summer camp as a kid and he said no. I was shocked! Some of my best and most torturous memories come from summers spent at day camp in Tree Tops Park in Fort Lauderdale, suffering humidity that can only be described as oppressive, avoiding wasps, poking snakes with sticks, listening for rattlers, jumping at crickets.