Despite the Gray Condition - a continual blanket of soggy grey clouds that covered most of the Mid-Atlantic states up to the coast of Maine - it was a great vacation; the best I've ever had. And I have pictures!
I didn't get pictures of the Bridges because I was the navigator and not the photographer, but it was so amazing to see them through new eyes. Note to anyone visiting Vermont - skip Woodstock. Blech. But, as Navigator, it gave me the luxury of schmoozing with the tourists. I met a lovely couple from north of Oxford, England and another lovely couple from outside of Hamburg, Germany. I got to practice my Dutch which is similar to German. And then I got to warm up in front of the fireplace! There are some very big pluses in standing around in the cold and damp - when you have a nice fire to come home to, with no worries about commuting to work the next day.
Then it was off to South Portland, Maine to visit Sylvie. It's been a long while since I've taken a road trip by myself. I forgot how much I loved it. I forgot how much I loved so many things. My parents, worried that I would undertake the long trip in Lulabelle, the intrepid Ford (now sporting 205,000 miles!), handed over the keys to their Lincoln. I was going to have a picture taken of me in front of the car with the caption: "Does this car make me look old?" At one point on the trip over, I made a quick pit stop and found myself elbow deep in Lincolns. I was the youngest driver by about 20 years.
|View from Hog Back Mountain, VT with the GC.|
|Rising Cairn - through window at the Portland Museum of Art.|
I should have scaled the fence for a better shot, but I
was on my best behavior.
|Three of the four kiddlings - Eli, Ramona and Zuzu|
|My BFF and my BFCF|
|That face. That face.|
So, now, here I am back at the Little Lucky (aptly named). Bernie forgave me for leaving. I have to continue waging my war with the Ratz, who are still among us, bloody rodents. The Pearlies are still disconcerted that I left and now I'm back. The goaties are disappointed that Rosie is not here to play with them. Flora is still Flora. And squeezing amongst the hay bales, I felt a 'pop' in my pocket - a forgotten egg.... All is right in my world. I'm off to do laundry.