Home again, home again

Beautiful travel weather for our drive.
I have no great love for the state but still think central Tennessee is beautiful. I’d like to have blipped the early spring colors in the trees at the roadside, and the limestone walls above the rivers we crossed. Also the lovely big hills and valleys around Roanoke, back in Virginia (and the kids and I were glad to get back!) and, farther north, the very blue ridges of the George Washington National Forest to the west and, to the east, the Blue Ridge itself.

Given stops and Stau (a word we adopted as it’s more fun to say than traffic jam), it was a longer trip than usual and we didn’t get home til 9:30. We’ll go back again in 10 days or so for the service.

We stopped for lunch at a place I’d wanted to check out, and maybe you would too, because its name is Hungry Mother State Park. Found a lovely lake and was tickled when D. pronounced it “a hidden gem.”

Thank you so much, kind people, for your comments and condolences yesterday.