Trains, planes, boats, autos and trucks.

   I imagined moving out of Bigelow to our river house would bring serene quiet. It’s not that Bigelow was noisy–but there are 750 residents in six buildings there, and you’re going to have noise.

There was the laundry room directly under our first floor apartment. We knew every spin cycle and dryer roar.

The tenant above us walked around at night–who doesn’t–and we could hear her floor creak.

There were some times when drums, car radios, boom boxes and even the plaintive cry of a trumpet–reminiscent of Breakfast at Tiffany’s–invaded our quiet.  

There were planes, cars, and trains, but they sounded faint most of the time–except if all windows were open in the summertime.

There were kids screeching, people calling out, and laughing parties.

But here in our new riverbank house, there are new sounds to get used to:

   Crickets. These are really loud. After two nights, they didn’t seem as intrusive on sleep. Further research is needed to tell you if the pictured critter is a CT type.

Boats. We have a lot of motorboat traffic below us. The motorboats are further recognized, because in their wake, the waves along our shoreline sound almost oceanic for a few seconds. It’s kind of fun.  

 

   Planes. Now these are directly overhead to the point that one may start calculating the probability that one of these years, one may not be high enough over our heads. Hubby says very unlikely. Still, it gives pause. Mostly these are the landing path, which Hub says is the quieter plane. I can’t tell. A little scary.

Autos. There aren’t many autos coming down our dead end street, so we are always aware that when we hear a car, it is probably a neighbor or a visitor. That is kind of good.

Trains. Now these are directly across from our front door. I have learned to tell time by them. The Amtrak ones woosh by in a few seconds. The freight trains, at night, are much longer. I like trains. These sounds are kind of comforting, like meat loaf or mac and cheese.  I won’t mention the crash of freights carrying toxic chemicals. That won’t happen here.

 

 

 Trucks. I like knowing when UPS and FED EX and the mail are here. And I like knowing trash is being collected at 7:30am. I love waving to Max, our wonderful mail carrier, almost every day at 10am.

I suspect we will be getting more of these truck sounds as construction for the new transit center will begin soon. Also there may be condos beside us where woods currently are. Truck sounds will be accompanied by heavy equipment sounds. Not looking forward to these.

  Other than these sounds, it is pretty quiet here on the river.