Driving back home

We spent six deliriously happy hours driving home by a route that should have taken four and a half. We left right after lunch, got about 10 miles down the road, and Sue remembered she had forgotten to turn off the electricity. Easy return, turned it off, left again. We stopped for some bottled water, but soon realized we had over-hydrated. Multiple stops. 

We asked Apple Maps to guide us on a route avoiding highways, and we drove through some of the prettiest summer scenery anyone could imagine: waving fields of Queen Anne’s Lace, vineyards, hayfields (some cut and baled, others uncut), horse farms, a few cattle, and a sky full of the kind of clouds you see in cartoons, swallows sweeping over it all chased by the occasional kestrel. We pulled off onto a gravel road to make some photos, and when we got to the next toilet, Sue realized she didn’t have her phone. 

Back to the field where we stopped to make photos, no phone. Then suddenly I found it—between the middle console and my seat, which meant I had knocked it over when she left it on the console. More laughter. Sue had to lie down on a picnic table to recover (extra). But we did get some lovely scenic photographs (more extras) and hours of laughter at ourselves, two fools stumbling through life together, having a glorious time.

WiFi and cell phone connectivity again: what a relief. Comments on again, though I am exhausted tonight and will read them tomorrow.