|The Road Schooner|
|Looking out from Lookout Mountain|
We got to spend a great afternoon/evening in New Orleans - sorry, what happens there stays there - and spent the night with friends on Lookout Mountain in Chattanooga. Who knew there was such an enormous mountain in the midst of this elegant city and that so much of the Civil War pivoted on it's control? Then, after a thousand miles of schoonering, a frantic partial unloading at our hide-away, dropping off the car trailer and a few crazy hours maneuvering large antique furniture up narrow creaky stairs, we have had a wonderful long weekend with our daughter in Vermont helping her put together her first household.
My cousin in Vermont asked us "How's retirement?" at dinner last night. We both looked at each other and replied nearly at the same instant "We wouldn't know, we've been working too hard!" But now we get to find out, finally, what we have been working for so hard, for so long. A few weeks of decompression at our hide-away to sit out the remainder of the hurricane season, and then off to Cerca Trova!
How long do you think we'll be able to stand it before we just have to up-stakes and head for the boat?