Driving into Boston on the Mass Pike. I don’t know what its official name is. Mostly, we just call it “The Pike” and everyone knows what that means. It’s also Rt. 90, which is its interstate designation.
If you follow it westward, it crosses the border into New York, it becomes the New York State Thruway. Or, as I used to call it when I lived there, “The Thruway.” I think you can keep following Rt. 90 west all the way to the left coast. I’ve never driven further than Niagara Falls, so I can’t say for sure.
On this occasion, we were on our way to see Judy Collins perform at the Wilbur Theater. That’s eastbound on the Pike to its end in Boston.
We’ve been having a drought, you know. But … not on this particular day.
There’s been almost no rain at all the entire summer, yet for this one day, it rained. Very hard. For about 10 minutes. That’s not enough rain to do much for the aquifer, but quite enough to complicate the drive into Boston. And — on a positive note — to let me take interesting pictures of driving in the rain.