We coasted up to the house about 8:00 p.m. last night, our cross-country road trip over.
The morning began with a drive through the mountains of West Virginia, the landscape ever changing, green and luscious, a stark contrast from Midwestern monotony.
Our primary destination was Cumberland Heritage Days in Cumberland Maryland, a local festival celebrating summer and the area’s history, dating back before the French and Indian Wars of the mid-18th century. Men and women costumed in the attire of the era added to the historic setting. The obligatory food, craft, game booths, and petting zoo amused our grandson.
|Hayden making new friends.|
On the road again, we quickly approached Baltimore and populated areas. Traffic increased. Construction zones multiplied. Trucks clogged the roads. We were ready to go home.
Tired but happy to be in one place for more than one night, we celebrated with take-out - pizza and wings, our grandson’s favorite meal.
And now a month or more of kids, grandkids, relatives, friends, and dogs begins.
It is amazing how quiet it is around our shore community during the long, cold, gray winter days, weeks and months.
No one visits. No one wants to visit
us the shore.
Suddenly the sun shines, flowers peek out of the soil, and warm air beckons hibernating humans outdoors.
And humans from every corner of the country descend on our beach town. To visit us, so they say…we know better.
But we love seeing everyone and hosting everyone. We love the kids and the chaos they create.
We only miss time-out. After all, we are senior citizens.
Young senior citizens, but seniors nevertheless.