We’ve left Saint Louis and have successfully arrived in Ann Arbor. It was a long drive, with relatively light traffic and completely uneventful. Most of the construction seemed to be only just getting underway for orange barrel season. There was only one minor traffic slowdown, the merging dance down from two lanes to one. We are both tired after sitting in the car all day. This is the first step on our trip north and of our summer vacation. Alice and Chris will be joining here in Ann Arbor, this weekend. We are sharing an Air B&B together. Their flight was delayed and are not expected until late. I may or may not be able to stay up to greet them. We have gathered to celebrate our fiftieth high school reunion, Alice, Anne and I, but not Chris. Where were you in seventy-two? The weather is quite good here this long weekend, making this reunion celebration even better. Our last one, the fortieth reunion, was held here in the fall, and the outdoor reception was a wee bit chilly then. After this long weekend, Anne and I will head north and open the cabin, a first for us. How long we will stay up north is still a matter of some conjecture.
Yesterday, we bade farewell to Maren and David and Puck. After a heart heathy hike at the Middlesex Fells, they took us to Logan. A fell (from Old Norse) is a high and barren landscape feature, such as in this case a moor-covered hill. We didn’t have a direct flight home, so we laid over in Charlotte. Interestingly, we reboarded the same airplane that had flown us south for our leg home. It wasn’t supposed to be like that but an earlier flight to Saint Louis had been delayed and then scheduled to depart after ours had left. We ended up in the exact same seats that we had had before. It wasn’t that late when we landed in the Lou, but I was tired. Too tired to deal with Uber, so we hailed a cab instead. We are home now, and everything is fine here. Thank you, Joanie! We have today and about half of tomorrow to put our finishing touches on the house in preparation for our house guests, Frank and Kathy, who arrive tomorrow afternoon by train. The hits folks, they just keep on coming. Do I look cross-eyed?
Yesterday, we went to Portsmouth, New Hampshire for the afternoon. At only an hour’s drive north, this nice tourist town made for a great little getaway. We had lunch at a restaurant there, on its deck, overlooking the river. I was going to order a lobster roll, thinking that it would be an inexpensive way to enjoy some lobster, but they wanted fifty bucks for one, which seemed too rich for my blood. After lunch, we walked around some more, looking at all of the trendy shops, in there quaint looking buildings. Eventually, we snatched up ice cream cones, before heading home again.