Plates of fungus.
Regular readers will probably know by now how I like to have an adventure. I like to see what is over the next hill and go down roads I have never been on before. That’s what I was doing here. I saw a road on my map that I thought would take me a different way in Perth. When I turned on to the road, there was a big sign saying “THIS IS NOT A THROUGH ROAD”, but it didn’t say No Exit eh? So I headed on down. I came to a house where there was a sign “Not Winter Maintained Beyond This Point”, but I’d been on roads that said that before and they were fine. I kept going. The road was pretty rough, but I kept on going. Got to a big mud puddle that I could have gotten stuck in. Kept on going. Came to three more big mud puddles that I could have gotten stuck in. Mud was splashing up to the windows. I have no phone. I kept thinking that it must be close to the other end but the road was getting worse and worse. I finally had to call it a day and head back through the mud puddles, meanwhile thinking that I was probably 100 yds from the other end. I’ll never know. That’s one of the stupider things I’ve ever done. The first place I went when I got to Ottawa was the car wash. Decent people would not have allowed me in their driveway. Lol. I hope I didn’t do anything diabolical to the bottom of my long suffering little car.
Back to the split rail fences.