Once more I was on my way somewhere other than where I ended up. Seems to be my way, I guess. Quabbin was on my mind as I left the house under a perfectly clear and starry sky. But as I drove through town, fog started to settle in the valleys and I could see the eastern sky lighting up brilliant red. A look to the south told me that’s where the show would be and I turned in that direction for Mount Pollux.
The sky over the Holyoke Range was getting some subtle color and I ran up the hill while it was building in intensity.