Yesterday we got up and started getting things ready for the day’s events. Judy was coming by at around 8 or 9 AM to pick up Kat (short for Katrina), her puppy we were watching while she flew to Florida to visit family. After Judy came and went, we jumped into the car to go pick up a new fuel filter in Ashokan, which is just north of Kingston, NY. The Cub Cadet guy there told me over the phone that it was $35.00 and he had one, so I told him we would come down, because the local guy here didn’t have one and it would take three days for it to come if he ordered it. Needing it badly, we opted to drive all the way to Ashokan to get it before driving further north to Grand Gorge and on further north to Fultonham for an 800 pound load of whole corn. When we arrived at Ashokan Turf & Timber, the crook had the filter ready....but charged me $48.00 for it. (He said he was off a little in the price on the computer) He knew we would take it, because I had shown my hand on the phone by telling him I was desperate and needed it, then drove all the way there to get it. He was probably pretty sure I wouldn’t pass it up, leaving without it. This kind of pirate will always get his, because God is forever watching!
Anyway, we had a very nice ride north, except for getting lost by missing the route 30 junction and continuing on our way until entering a little town called Stamford, where we stopped, looked at the map and regrouped to follow other small routes to get back onto route 30. Immediately....upon pulling out onto route 10 and heading north again, we were stopped by a State Police patrol car. The officer was going to cite me for driving 48 in a 30 mph zone. We had just past a 55 mph sign, which I mentioned to the officer and told him I truthfully did not see any other sign since pulling out of the Stewart’s Quick Shopper convenience store, not more than 1000 feet before that. We talked for a bit and he decided to leave us proceed on with a warning, so we were pleased with that, because seldom do they yield to any excuses...not that we were trying to get away with anything, but he was a gentleman with us to say the least and we were happy to proceed on with it being a good day. We arrived in Fultonham and purchased the corn, and then drove on to Middleburg, where we stopped at the Pasta & Grill restaurant for a pizza. This was the first restaurant food we have actually had since New Years Eve...... We brought the majority home to package in small meal sizes and freeze for those times when you are pushed for time and something good to eat.
Later in the day, a friend dropped by to pick up some Green bags. After she left, we jumped into the truck and went to Home Depot, where we picked up our lumber for the Hospice Gift Shop and grabbed a five gallon can of diesel fuel on the way home.
That was the extent of our exceptionally good day yesterday, taking a fun...139 mile loop for the farm’s sake. Today I’ll prime the new filter and fill the tank on the tractor again, getting it running for Linda to clean the barns this weekend. Later, we will be installing wall boards in the gift shop. Be prepared for pictures this evening. Following are pictures we took along the way yesterday. Sorry I couldn't get this freakin' program to co-operate so I could place a text with each picture, so they are as follows:
1. flag on street in Stamford, where we met the nice state police man.
2. Road between Stamford and Blenheim, where we rejoined route 30N.
3. The Schoharie Creek, in North Blenheim.
4. Another view of the creek there.
5. An old covered bridge just out of North Blenheim.
6. Worlds longest single span wooden covered bridge - 232 ft. long, built in 1855
7. One of the many posted flood evacuation route signs....scary
8. Shaul Farms corn storage bins...
9. Shaul Farms building. This is where we buy our whole corn for the animals.......
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