I was just thinking

 

Why does February only have 28 days?  The problem is, I was thinking about that while I was asleep last night.  I spent the rest of the night trying to work out the logistics of it.  There had to be some connection to the number of days in a year and the rotation of the earth and such.  I worked out that there are two direct measures we can observe:  One year equals one orbit of the earth around the sun.  One day equals one rotation of the earth.  And what do these two concepts have to do with each other?  Nothing.  The rotation of the earth has nothing to do with the orbit around the sun.  And what is a month or a week?  A month is an indirect accumulation of something we know; an invention; a number of days.  And a week; what is that?  It’s an accumulation of a certain number of days, but they don’t even add up to a month in any consistent way.  Then I’d lose the thread and have to start over.  It was a long night.

 

In a more conscious moment today, while I was awake, I thought to google it.  The answer is:  It’s complicated, and it has nothing to do with measurable phenomena.  The Romans came up with a ten-month calendar; March through December.  They ignored that blank space in the middle (January and February) because it didn’t have anything to do with crops or harvesting and so was of no interest.  Later on, they decided to fill in the blank and added January and February to cover the entire year and make it a Lunar calendar of 355 days.  But they didn’t want any even numbers, so the length of the months alternated between 29 and 31 days, leaving one month that had to be adjusted to an even number and February ended up as the unlucky month with 28 days.  It didn’t take long for that calendar to fall out of phase with the moon though, so in Julius Caesar’s time, they scrapped the Lunar idea for a Solar calendar of 365 days, and adjusted the number of days in each month to either 30 or 31 which left February still at 28 to make the total right.  Now the calendar lines up with the orbit of our planet around the sun (with the occasional leap year).

 

 

Better driving weather today.

 

 

We stopped for the night in Ohio.

 

Leaving New York part of the trip map

 

 

 

We’re not covering a lot of miles each day.  One tiny little puppy slows down the trip with visits to every rest stop to pee.  Don’t want to stress that little bladder.  She plays for 20 minutes then falls asleep on whatever she was playing with last.

 

Every time she wakes up it’s time to go outside again before we let her walk around inside the house.

 

The timing works out well though because the sound and motion of the bus puts her right to sleep.  We put her little bed on the floor between the seats so we’ll be sure to notice when she wakes up and stop to take her out, if she wakes up between rest stops.

 

Remember the Whittier Tunnel?

 

The one I kept going on about while we were in Alaska that is a one-way train tunnel, periodically shared with cars, trucks, and buses.  I took a couple videos to show what it was like on our first trip through.

 

Whittier Tunnel, part 1 https://youtu.be/YR5bC6VYDeU

 

Whittier Tunnel, part 2 https://youtu.be/gcjwGFdabzM

 

 

New York.  New Jersey.  Now we’re in Pennsylvania again.

 

Leaving New York part of the trip map

 

 

 

 

Here are the highlights of my New York City excursion.

 

NYC and Long Island map

 

I know!

 

I’ve got a great idea!

 

We don’t go to busy crowded places on purpose.  This is the closest we’ll ever get to New York City, a hundred miles away.  That’s close enough for a day trip and there are seven counties there we’ll never otherwise see.  Monday is Columbus Day, and that’s a big deal on the East Coast so it’s a long holiday weekend.  Our campground is jammed full with everyone getting out of The City for the final camping weekend of the season.  I’ll drive in to the City on Saturday and have a look around.  They’ll never even know I was there.  Brilliant!

 

So off I went Saturday morning, driving down the scenic Taconic Parkway in the predawn darkness.  So far so good.  No traffic.  It was dawn by the time I got to the Bronx and stopped for fuel.  Pigeons and gulls.  People just waking up.  An easy drive to Jamaica Bay Wildlife Refuge in Queens.  Had a nice long walk around the West Pond.  Lots of birds.  From there to Jones Beach State Park in Nassau County.  No problem.  Not crowded at all.  Great Black-backed Gulls there.  That was special.  Farther East to Robert Moses State Park and Fire Island in Suffolk County.  Another walk.  Thought about driving all the way to Montauk State Park at the east end of Long Island, but that’s another hundred miles still.  Long Island is really long.  Not enough time for that in one day.

 

Several counties to go and now it’s afternoon.  Time is running out.  Headed back to the west.  More birds in Kings County, the south part of Queens.  It’s getting crowded and the streets are slower.  Across the Verrazzano Bridge to Staten Island.  Uh oh.  This is a lot of traffic.  Now everyone is out driving around wrecking cars into each other creating traffic jams.  No problem.  I’ve got google maps routing me always on the fastest route. Even with that though, traffic still sucks.  Made it to Staten Island but now it’s getting late.  Saw some starlings at Clove Lakes Park.  Didn’t even get out of the car.  One county to go.  Manhattan here I come.  Oops.  Now I’m in New Jersey.  Didn’t mean to do that.  Put in Central Park as my next destination.  Followed the directions as best I could but with construction, lane closures, and confusing directions from the navigator, couldn’t find my way back into New York.  I even paid my toll for the Holland Tunnel but missed a turn, got sent back the other direction, and was still in New Jersey.  Kept following navigator directions and ended up farther north and paid my toll again to cross the Hudson in the Lincoln Tunnel.  That was slow.  Emerged right in Midtown at five o’clock on a Saturday evening.  All those people that I thought would be gone; they’re in Midtown having a fine time walking through gridlocked traffic that is not going anywhere.  Saw a pigeon under a bridge.  Recorded it.  I was at least going to drive by Central Park.  It was only a few blocks away but was going to take another half hour to get to.  I’ve had enough.  Changed the destination to Interlake RV Park in Rhinebeck.  Creeped and crawled my way to 42nd Street.  Hung an agonizingly slow left through the throngs and gridlock.  Now I’m driving like a New Yorker (or New Jerseyer?) and just pushing my way through (except I never honked my horn).  A few more traffic light cycles and I got a right turn on 12th Avenue for my escape to the north.  Out of Manhattan, past Harlem, Washington Heights, Hudson Heights, and Fort George.  Through Kingsbridge and onto the Saw Mill River Parkway.  Past Yonkers and Hastings-on-Hudson.  Stopped for a taco near White Plains.  Drove back home by way of the scenic Taconic Parkway, again in the dark.

 

I went to Long Island and The City on a Saturday when I thought no-one else would be there.  Did it all in one day.  Ended up in Mid-town Manhattan on a Saturday evening.  Brilliant?