All my life's a circle

This afternoon I went to a celebration of a new season of ministry (at Rev Dr Mom's home church), which meant a 50-mile drive up north on a rather unpredictable day weather-wise (like torrential rain outside of Montpelier for five minutes and dry all the rest of the way). To go anywhere in Vermont, it is at least a 50-mile round-trip. But, as my friend (who was the preacher) said: You live in such a beautiful state.

I don't know why, but I have always been amused by playing number games on the odometer. So today, I had to record when it hit 87878. I can't even remember how many cars I have had that have gone over 100K. Only my first car was new; the rest have been used. [You can't really see the numerals; trust me.]

Heading west and south on I-89, past the Richmond exit, one sees Camel's Hump. It was pretty hazy today.

In case you are worried about the safety of these photos, I point and shoot without even looking and don't even check until I have gotten home. And in the first, one hand is squarely on the wheel; in the second, both hands are on the wheel with the camera in between them.