Yesterday was like the traffic day from hell. I had to make a couple trips to Rutland during the day and both times it would have been convenient to cut across Stratton Road. There was some type of construction or road work and a detour and then the failure to post that when you go all the way around and go back up by the hospital you cannot make a left turn, necessitating going all the way back down to Route 7. Now, for those of you from back in Jersey or elsewhere, go ahead and laugh at me, because you know that when I talk traffic here it isn’t even the same species as traffic back there, but when you are trying to get from point A to point B, it can be a little frustrating. Throw in there the parade of motorcyclists that were cruising at well below the speed limit on route 103 and the smattering of various motor homes and travel trailers navigating through Rutland on vacation and it was enough to make my head explode. All I wanted to to was to get out of the car, at home, parked. On the way up the hill, I came around the corner to the parade of cows coming down the hill. Normally there is radio communication which stops traffic at the bottom of the hill, well out of the way of the cows, but radios were malfunctioning and you didn’t know that the cows were coming home, well — until you almost ran into them.
Tim and I were amused by the cows sniffing and drooling as they made their way past our vehicle. There were even a couple who looked rather annoyed that they had to move to get around our stopped car. Overall, it was a pretty amusing end to my traffic episode and provided some much needed laughter at the end of a rather hectic day.