Yesterday my grandson Scott and I went to the A.R. Shooting Club to represent Elsmere at a trap shoot. My summer league shot at Elsmere a few times this summer to fill in dates, and I really like the facilities, mainly the 300 yard rifle range. My usual club is hemmed in by development, and has only a 100 yard range, now closed to handguns. As a future member on the waiting list, I could represent them, and did. I shout 49/50, and was moderately happy with the result.
The rural clubs north of NY City are on lovely winding roads, perfect for two gentlemen adventures to travel briskly in a sports car. Unfortunately the driveways into these clubs are not smooth beautiful roads, but typically unimproved paths on rock filled dirt, far better suited to a truck, 4x4, or at least something with more ground clearance than the size of the rocks hunting my oil pan. We took the old Explorer, and had a good time.
My grandson shares my love of following small roads which go in the right general direction of our destination. They often lead to exciting views, decrepit buildings, and sometimes outstanding fishing spots. He also shares my habit of not returning by the same path I took to get where I am, so knowing the back roads has become a shared pleasure.
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