Monday, January 28, 2013
The Pound Ridge Dent
Which is what happened to me recently with that little corner where Pound Ridge, NY pokes into New Canaan. I must have looked at that thing a bazillion times over the decades, but for some reason (or no reason) I never thought to wonder what it was like up there. Was it as entertaining as the Southwick Jog?
The answer is, sadly, no. (That could be why it does not, to my knowledge, have a catchy nickname.) The bit on the Connecticut side can be summed up as typical northern Fairfield County, except with remarkably nice barns (like if barns were cognizant, these ones would know exactly how nice they are) and gated driveways. Yeah, gated driveways. Not gated communities, or security gates as you sometimes see in this general area, just decorative - and probably downright useless if it came to that - gates planted across driveways.
The New York side is much the same. There were no indications I had crossed the border (though larger, numbered routes nearby do have signs.) At the Massachusetts line there is a distinct but unquantifiable frisson of difference when you go back and forth, but not here. You know you're in New York State only because of the "Town Speed Limit" signs. And one road I tried became markedly less well-maintained as soon as I crossed into Westchester County. (Yay, Connecticut?)
Also, I found what might be the world's saddest street sign. Is there anything worse than the thought of a journey ending? Maybe the thought of a journey ending at a cul-de-sac in Pound Ridge...