RAINY DAY WOMEN

IMG_0614For weeks now high temperatures, generally in the nineties, have followed us through the country with an unremitting grasp. I thought the Tetons would give us relief but we arrived in the midst of a heat wave, high eighties, near as damnit to ninety—until last night. Treating ourselves to a rather fine dinner at our favorite restaurant in town, we stepped outside to one of those rains that’s neither too heavy to put you at a standstill nor light enough to permit you to dash from awning to awning without an umbrella. By the time dinner was over, temperatures were down, a respectable chill was in the air, and lightening was flashing as if the good Lord couldn’t make up his mind as to whether it was night or day. As Designated Driver, I slipped on my driving glasses, hit the windscreen (windshield?) wipers, and headed for home.

Blindness comes in many forms. A combination of dead bug remains, badly cleared up, with the bawling skies was bad enough, but then the specters began to appear—those ghostly bodies of fog that dance upon the road blocking your view. No one in front of me to mark my way with red tail lights, I had someone on my IMG_0615back probably thankful I was leading him, while putting pressure on me to keep going. The sheet lightening flashes were no help, nor were road markings in worn yellow. Cristal gave advice on steering, since her eyes are far better than mine, and we turned with relief onto the Moose-Wilson Road only to see flashing red and blue lights. I held the steering wheel to a straight lane at thirty-five mph, passed the sheriff, and eventually turned with huge relief into our own road.

IMG_0616This morning the temperatures hovered in the low sixties while fog hovered on the hills, and flattened grass out back revealed elk or, more likely, moose had taken refuge from the storm. Maybe he, too, was frightened by the specters.

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4 responses to “RAINY DAY WOMEN

  1. I’ve never heard those misty patches called “specters.” On the Texas coast, where fog occurs regularly, we call it patches. Fog patches to be exact. Glad yall made it home safe.

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    • You don’t think they look like specters/ghosts? Wakey, wakey Karen–imagination please! Anyway, yes,thanks, we did make it home safely–a pretty scary ride (complete with ghosts/specters) And I know you have to keep telling me about windscreen/windshield: sorry!! Can’t remember which is which country.

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  2. Scary episode. How quickly things change in the mountains. Enjoy the cool now that the risky ride is over and no harm done.

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