Spring thaw came at the exact right time, the only snow left was a snowball sized ball on the north end of the house. We got there in time to enjoy the sunset reflected in the trees, and a cold beer on the back deck. I fell asleep to a documentary of small Irish pubs and stories of Bono “takin a piss.”
Next morning was all about hot coffee and steely frost, and not much of an agenda. I wanted to go into town under the guise of running errands (more on that later), and managed to get a pair of designer jeans for $2 at the thrift!
This is one of my first trips up where I didn’t pack a basket of groceries, wanting to eat up some of the leftovers, including chicken rice soup from Christmas and my margarita from February! I can’t believe how relaxing it was to be able to take advantage of early planning for a mindless weekend.
Oh, and I visited the scene of where I got stuck in the snow and ice a month ago. I was actually trapped behind a rock under the snow. I wondered what I had been slipping on, there’s no way I would have made it without help.
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