Albany is under water. Ann says it has been raining since April. Russ just nods and bobs his snorkel. I send pictures of the Hudson just below where the Mohawk flows in from the west. (I attended what used to be known as junior high on the banks of the Mohawk in Rome, New York. George R. Staley Jr. High, if memory serves. I also began kindergarten in Rome. A condemned building known as the Garden Street Annex. Only place my father had two separate assignments.)
Anyway, pictures.
This is an island in the Hudson, not the opposite shore. A lot of water moving down this river.
Russ told Ann and me that these are the largest falls east of Niagara in the U.S. When pressed, he allowed as how he wasn't absitively possolute but opined that there was at least an element of truth to his assertion. For this he was ridiculed at some length. Ann and I each gleefully pointed out that these either are or are not the largest falls in the U.S. east of Niagara. There can't be "some truth" to the claim that they are. (And I don't want to hear, "We'll, it depends on how you measure it." Even Russ did not to sink to this.). Then we went out to dinner and ridiculed him some more. It was a joyful time. This took place when the main purpose of the car ride was to show me the best route out of the Albany area so it was all the more enjoyable to dump on him when he was doing me a favor.
Of course, Russ is kicking me out now. Burlington, Vermont tomorrow.
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