An elusive mailbox...
Over the river and through the woods—hurrah for Thanksgiving Day!
In my quest to find an elusive mailbox to initiate the journey of a Thanksgiving card to my sister on the Pacific Coast, I drove over a bridge and through the coastal route past the East Bay. Alas, a USPS blue box on Main St. in Warren, two towns past my residential point of origin. My round-trip mission entailed a 10-mile trek.
The quest became necessary because the outgoing mail slot in the cluster-box unit at my apartment complex could not accommodate the size of the envelope. I’d held onto the card for a couple of days, hoping to catch the mail carrier in the lobby, and hand it over to him.
No such luck.
Anyhow, the scenery along the coastal cruise afforded me a welcome reprieve from de rigueur of self-isolation:
The sun glinted off the choppy bay, tinting the waves blue.
Most of the deciduous trees displayed a latticework of bare branches, save for a few with lone clingers, or sparse clumps of orange.
Pumpkins graced the porches of quaint homes.
As over the ground I go, taking the turnaround on the Wampanoag Trail, eastward bound to home-sweet-home, what to my wondering eyes did appear?
The mail van! Under the carport across from the doors to the lobby.
Oh, how irony bites the nose!
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Sandie
But the side value is, you got out of the apartment, you drove by some scenic porches with left over Halloween decorations, and perhaps some of the fall color at this late stage of autumn. Just the breath of fresh air would make the 10 mile circuit worthwhile. The only thing better would have been to do it on a bicycle.
Ron
Mark