Saturday was cold and windy as Rob and I drove up to PA to explore an old salvage yard that a friend had given me the coordinates for. The winds were buffeting Stanley as we plodded up the interstate, hand warmers already heating up in our pockets in readiness. We stopped to eat breakfast so we had warm food and coffee in our bellies then pulled into the yard. The owner was very friendly and let us rummage to our hearts' content, picking through piles of wheel hubs that caught my eye and he also told us where the older vehicles could be found.
I had wanted to come here before the weather warmed up. With the early spring and higher temperatures, blossoms and buds were starting to emerge, and that would mean brambles erupting from the ground along with ticks, mosquitoes, and quite probably, snakes. Time was running out to explore this yard but it was rough luck that today had to be comparable to an arctic ice cap. Ice glazing muddy puddles cracked under our feet and the leaves sounded brittle as we waded through. I was very glad of my hand warmers stuffed in both pockets and pulled my hood over my ears as the chilled wind whipped around us. The brambles had started pushing up pink tendrils already armed with red thorns but we could stamp these down without getting hooked up too badly, but we still had to clamber over a few as we wiggled between the old wrecks..