Roberts Road is another seasonal road just about 3 miles from my house. Several weeks of rainfall had reduced it to a giant mud-slide. I parked on the side, set up to paint, but had to quit after just a couple minutes and retreat to the comfort of my warm truck. It was about 39 degrees and the wind was howling! I felt so frozen, it was a struggle to fold up the easel and move it into the truck. By the end of next winter it’ll seem like a balmy day, but right now it felt downright crippling.
Thanks to glacial movement about five to ten thousand years ago, we now have loads of steep hills and valleys here in northwest Michigan. Seasonal roads run up and down, sometimes leaving unsuspecting motorists in a quagmire. My truck has a low gear, 4 wheel drive option, but still — after driving a little further down the hill, a gaping mud slide made me decide to very gingerly turn around and get out — while I still could!
The sun was blinding. The wind howled. And the fall colors dazzled!
Margie Guyot Art 