"Be along shortly" is a relative term. Old computers and Photobucket tries to take the fun out of it. But I prevailed!! HA!
Like I first posted this was a last minute thing and I almost talked myself out of it. Glad I didn't. Weather was perfect and once into northern CT I had most of the roads to myself. Now every year I think the same thing so I don't know why I'm still surprised by this but riding familiar areas in the late Fall (and hopefully early Winter) after all the trees are bare is like seeing it for the first time. You get to look further and see the rivers down low, railroad tracks winding through, farms more expansive and homes and properties normally hidden. Couple this with the low sun, long shadows and the hanging smell of burning wood and it truly was an enjoyable ride.
And having good company at lunch is always a plus. Glad this worked out Fred. Enjoyed it so that I'm thinking something like this should be tried more often (and with a little more notice
) that maybe others might be able to join in also.
Miss Florence Diner was a neat call. I think Fred said he got it from the
NER website which is a great resource.
No food porn but I'd rate my Reuben as 'eh'. (Almost shades of buffalo while waiting to board at the dock three hours later.
) I'd go back though.
Even though the diner was just off I-91 I headed back west passing through towns like Huntington, Chester and Otis before picking up Rte.8 for the straight run down. The "extreme drought conditions" have been making the news somewhat and it was pretty evident passing a few lakes and reservoirs.
Off of the Otis Reservoir adjoining the Tolland State Forest. Looks like a great place normally for a summer home:
Colebrook Reservoir straddling the Mass/CT state line. Not as dramatic as some of the pics I've seen posted here from out west but still . . . .
Hard to tell from the pics but I'm guessing the "road" I was on is usually about 20' under water.
Wish I would've taken a shot of the Garmin. Got a chuckle out of seeing the motorcycle icon in the middle of the blue water field.
All told a 300 mile time-well-spent day. Looking forward to the next time.