At the time this post is stamped, on the day this post is dated, I was in the locale of these pictures (both taken while traffic was stopped). Of course you'll hear more about this development later--for you may be asking yourself, "How did she manage to slip away from Gambier? And why didn't she tell us she was going?" Carefully, carefully, comes the answer to question no. 1. Oversight, oversight (but perhaps happy, and fortuitous, as oversights go), comes the answer to question no. 2. Later: reflections. Perhaps even musings. Musings about ramblings, even.