Once upon a time, in the winter of 2007, I picked up a load of 40,000 pounds of oatmeal north of La Crosse, Wisconsin for delivery to Greenfield, Massachusetts to a mom and pop health food plant.  It was freezing cold, below freezing cold, and dark when I finished being loaded, I was out of legal driving hours so I had to park on the lot of that plant until I had passed a mandatory 10 hour rest period.

Arrived in Greenfield, MA in a snow storm, managed to navigate narrow residential streets to the health food plant, get unloaded and make it back down the interstate to a truck stop about five miles distant.  My dispatcher was trying to give me another load to pick up within a short time.  I told her I was parking the rig and would not move it until the storm stopped and the snow plows had the roads cleared.

The next day my assignment was to drop my empty (MT) trailer in North Adams, MA and pick up a loaded trailer nearby going I don't remember where.  This post is about the drive from Greenfield, MA to North Adams, MA.  The drive was 40 miles right alongside the Cold River in the Mohawk Valley with everything covered with a foot or two of snow.  I don't have words like Bill Hyams to describe the beauty of this drive.  The river was aptly named, it had to be cold but it wasn't frozen over and the snow covered ground rising up the slopes across the river and beside the roadway were simply beautiful.  I hope someday to go back up there in the winter with a couple of feet of snow on the ground to show Polly that beauty.

Now, while I was an over the road driver (cross country) Polly rode with me and we saw all four seasons from the east coast to Utah/Wyoming down to Texas and all the Southern states but this one still stands out as one I want to repeat with my bride in a car so we can stop and smell the roses.