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Nov. 28th, 2010 07:46 pmWell, if you're like me, that is.
When I got back from Mission, Kansas (a decently picturesque town outside of Kansas City, full of extreme hills and winding paths, that I unfortunately couldn't get any pictures of because I was driving alone), my mom showed me this picture in the paper:
And said, "Where do you think that was taken?" It turned out it was Holmes Lake - basically the suburban playground lake in the middle of our small suburban city (let's go running/let's go biking/let's go watch the fireworks/let's not look at the pond when we're in the middle of the drought). I had no idea there was any wildlife of that size at Holmes Lake. The photographer is Wayne Hathaway - the whole story (w/ more pictures) is here.
Anecdata from my experiences driving on the interstate: many people are assholes afflicted with road rage during in-town driving. That is true in Lincoln and it's true in Mission and it's true in New York. But as I see it, anyway, there is a much higher amount of care for others on the interstate. Some of this is of course because an accident on the interstate is more likely to lead to death, but it's not just that - ex., something blew off the roof of one of the vehicles in front of me (and into the ditch) and the people in the vehicle next to it slowed down and rolled down their window and communicated this to the driver with hand signals. People let other people in and out of the exit lanes. There's no honking, and this weekend there wasn't even any crazy driving. If people aren't paying attention to the road, it doesn't show. I, at least, constantly think about how all the cars around me are doing, especially when new cars enter from a ramp on the right - are any of them going to need to go into my lane? It's a nice (mental) change of pace.
When I got back from Mission, Kansas (a decently picturesque town outside of Kansas City, full of extreme hills and winding paths, that I unfortunately couldn't get any pictures of because I was driving alone), my mom showed me this picture in the paper:
And said, "Where do you think that was taken?" It turned out it was Holmes Lake - basically the suburban playground lake in the middle of our small suburban city (let's go running/let's go biking/let's go watch the fireworks/let's not look at the pond when we're in the middle of the drought). I had no idea there was any wildlife of that size at Holmes Lake. The photographer is Wayne Hathaway - the whole story (w/ more pictures) is here.
Anecdata from my experiences driving on the interstate: many people are assholes afflicted with road rage during in-town driving. That is true in Lincoln and it's true in Mission and it's true in New York. But as I see it, anyway, there is a much higher amount of care for others on the interstate. Some of this is of course because an accident on the interstate is more likely to lead to death, but it's not just that - ex., something blew off the roof of one of the vehicles in front of me (and into the ditch) and the people in the vehicle next to it slowed down and rolled down their window and communicated this to the driver with hand signals. People let other people in and out of the exit lanes. There's no honking, and this weekend there wasn't even any crazy driving. If people aren't paying attention to the road, it doesn't show. I, at least, constantly think about how all the cars around me are doing, especially when new cars enter from a ramp on the right - are any of them going to need to go into my lane? It's a nice (mental) change of pace.
