The Morning Commute, The Final Chapter.

After apparently stalling on the highway for a few days, our heroine has finally entered the last stretch of her commute to her day job. Off in the distance, the mutant trees stand naked in support of their power-line support peers.



No, really, I have no idea what's up with these trees. There is nothing built there; there doesn't seem to have been a fire; I don't understand why someone would go to the trouble of stripping most of the branches without just cutting the whole stand down. But there they are.



Now we're getting somewhere. To the left of the big water tower is Beaver Stadium, home of the Penn State Nittany Lions. I park my car right next to the Stadium and walk to my building from there. And as you can see, despite our rural surroundings and distance from any major city, we have our share of air pollution on some days as well. It's not as bad as it loosks in this picture...but then again, I guess any is bad. People here think it's fog.



Only a few more miles. This entire stretch of highway, by the way, was just built and opened up about a year ago. Before this, it was 45mph, two lane roads the whole way, with lots of traffic lights. The week before they opened it, they held a day where you could walk or bike the whole thing.





And finally, Beaver Stadium. Seats 103,500 since the recent renovation. Fourth-largest college football stadium in the country. Pretty much, a big damn shrine. (As the bumper sticker goes, if God isn't a Penn State fan, then why is the sky Blue & White?)


Thank for commuting in with me. Now it's time to go home!!!