On the road for a wedding in Westchester County NY. Much of the scenery is lovely, but I’m amazed by just how willing we are to make the human habitat miserable in order to accommodate cars.
Our hotel is a prime example. When you arrive…by car…the only way to arrive…the entrance is lovely. Once you have checked in you drive waaaaay around to an inhospitable little entry.
Here’s the REAL entrance:
To get here we followed this route:
An island amidst the highways:
Steve,
Highway noise is also almost to the point where it can not be escaped. I remember growing up on Carew Street in Springfield, the cars were noticeable but not a constant shrill. It seems that it is also louder now. You can hear the MassPike for miles in the Hill Towns and I bet you can hear 91 from Maple Street. That’s just the sound of large steel moving through air and rubber on the road. Add horns, bad mufflers and it becomes an issue.
I would never want to live on that island.