Even though the trip was essentially over, I kept the camera out until we crossed Lake Champlain into New York State.
The house in the morning:
Part of the agreement when we rented the house was that we'd wash and dry all of the sheets and towels. The washing was fine. The dryer was broken, tumbling the wet sheets without any hot air. So we hung the wet linens from hangers in the closet, from hooks, over doors, and on doorknobs. We left a note, hoping that we wouldn't frighten the house cleaners too much.
The ferry ride was the calmest one yet. I climbed up to the top deck. The others followed.
This windmill changed direction with the wind.
We stopped in Saratoga Springs, leaving Cheryl to spend the night there with her friends. Larry and Lynne were in Lynne's car. I was Tom's passenger.
On the way out of town, we followed as Larry drove. "You can tell it's Larry," Tom said. "He's talking with his hands."
Somewhere on the Northway just south of Saratoga Springs, we pulled ahead of them, and that was the last we saw of them. We stopped at Larry's house to put his bike by his back door. Tom called Lynne to let them know. They were somewhere far, far behind us, so we got back in the car and Tom took me home.
Burnaby helped me unpack.
1 comment:
Great trip. Thanks for taking the photos.
Looking forward to next year's trip.....wherever Tom will take us.
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