The morning of June 11th was one all-too-typical of Cleveland in summer: cloudy, a bit muggy, soggy. Dagobah. I oblige nature to help the grass along. I like a rainy day. But travel isn't travel when it's not under a blue canopy. The low pressure front was an east-to-west affair, fortunately, and weather radar showed it breaking off abruptly over Erie, Pennsylvania. That meant Paul and I would cross into sunny skies during the first third of our trip. Taking a picture of the Albany Excursion Vehicle — my darling PT Cruiser with aftermarket, mullioned wood grain, affectionately known as Dolly — I noted that beauty made some use of the wetness before I wished it to go the hell away, pronto.