I left Nashville on Sunday afternoon and flew to Binghamton, NY. A co-worker and I will be up here for two weeks, for work stuff.
When I left Nashville, it was 70- some odd degrees and sunny. When I landed here in Binhamton, it was 30-ish and there are 8 foot piles of snow next to the runway. There are 15-20 foot tall, 50 yard long snowpiles in the big parking lots up here.
I knew things would be different, but good gracious. Ask for sweet tea in a restaraunt and they'll look at you like you have three heads. But the locals seem to find it really funny when we gawk at the gigantic piles of snow and the forty million plow trucks out on the roads.
One of the only redeeming factors of this area is there are lots of hockey fans; unfortunately, there don't seem to be many Predators fans. Oh well. I just hope I can find the Preds/ Oilers game on TV tonight.
The food up here is strange, too. They must use some different type of cooking oil, because everything smells and slightly tastes like garlic. There's a Cracker Barrel not too far from the hotel, though. We've wound up eating there at least once a day since we got here.
I reckon this post didn't make much sense, but I'm bored, sitting in a hotel room waiting to get home to my wife and the truck.
My wife went to NY last year. When she came home, I asked her what it was like. All I got was "You wouldn't like it". I am a sweet tea lover myself and understand exactly what you are saying. You don't have to go far out of the south to get that reaction. Stay safe and enjoy your trip...
You either love snow country, or hate it's living guts!
I could deal with it - if I had a heated garage.
Get a daytime job, while building a monster diesel plow truck - knowing that the plow season will come, and spend all summer putting together a machine that makes a thousand bucks a night shoving snow and pulling people out of ditches @ fifty a pop.