It wasn't all bull

To get to the rodeo we had to drive west...way west. The trip was not without its rewards, however. Near one oddly dry field (causing us to wonder where the heck she came from and where she was headed) a large snapping turtle threatened all comers from the side of the highway. Her head, big as an armored softball, wobbled menacingly at the end of her leathery stalk of a neck as she contemplated speeding cars. She put me in mind of certain older ladies you see sometimes with similar necks and duplicate attitudes. I sure didn't want to mess with her. I wondered if she would survive the road crossing she was attempting. There was a staggering amount of traffic for a quiet Sunday morning. She was right up against the white line hoping to scare the cars into getting out of her way I guess. Since she was no where to be seen on the return trip, I suspect she made it. Of course the babies from the eggs she was out to lay might not be as lucky, but still...

Later we dropped down off the hills west of Fort Plain to see this amazing field of white. It was like a snowy blanket thrown over the hay field in front of the historic little church. I thought at first that it was planted buckwheat, which, when in bloom is pretty spectacular. However, it was millions of daisies all in flower at one. The picture simply does not convey the number and brilliance of the flowers. I should have used Liz's camera I guess.