Landbound for a While

We're definitely not in Kansas anymore... nor are we at sea living on Imagine.  A weekend trip to visit daughter, Suzanne and husband Mike, on the farm in Telford, PA became a study in urban sprawl and traffic jams.  While they live secluded on the nine acre farm where they raise horses, goats and chickens, the trip there and back makes me want to head back to the sea.


Cars zoom down the windy road and blind curves that lead to the farm.   Getting out of the driveway calls for full attention.  Toll booths and traffic backups are to be expected on the trip that should only take about an hour and 15 minutes.  Today we spent nearly an hour in a traffic jam that turned the highways in to northbound and southbound parking lots.   After stop, go and rest for nearly an hour we discovered the cause.


Rubbernecking. Six cars were pulled to the side of the road while two Pennsylvannia State Troopers stood taking statements from some of the drivers of the the pile-up.  There were some bent fenders and frustrated looking motorists standing by their cars in the 95 plus degree weather.


Amazing... as soon as we passed, traffic sped up to above the speed limit.  On the northbound side cars remained parked in their two lane parking as we moved south.  Nearing Chester, traffic slowed again... no surprise there.  Inside the car the grandchildren napped.  We finally arrived home nearly two and a half hours after we left the farm.


I can describe many adventures about sailing.  We've yet to run into a traffic jam... unless one counts the backup at the drawbridges as boats line up in queue waiting for the bridge to open.