This has been the closest I've been to grits during my summer vacation.
As you may or may not have noticed, I've been away...
The husband and I have traveled nearly 2,000 miles of the Eastern Seaboard. He rides on his beloved motorcycle while I tame the family station wagon. We have a marriage that has endured 21 years and work-arounds such as this is one of the many reasons our marriage thrives.
I wanted to go visit the world of Amy and Melissa and he obliged. He wanted to ride mostly back roads and I agreed.
At the end of every day we vow to drink a beer, eat a meal and fall fast asleep in any Motel 6, 7 or 8, so long as I am allowed to check for bedbugs ahead of time.
As I am nestled in my temporary residence tonight (an Econo Lodge somewhere near Dover, Delaware) let me recount a few highlights thus far:
1) Gettysburg, Pa. We went. We saw. We did the auto tour. Go in summer when the flowers are blooming if you aren't a civil war buff. It is difficult to ignore the history that took place there although the U.S. Park Service does everything possible to distract, confuse and lose you during the process. Do the homework and you will not be disappointed.
2) Meet Amy in Hampton, New Hampshire. So what happens when blog buddies meet after 41/2 years of back-n-forth writing? We take off where we left off in the last email/blog entry...We eat the local seafood, delight in homemade blueberry pancakes, go for a long walk, take a helicopter ride, drink a beer or two, go for a boat ride on the Atlantic, eat dinner, return the way we came but faster and with me screaming "Ride 'em, Cowboy" as we skip over the waves, then we retire the evening with a smidgin of moonshine. It was a perfect day and you should so blessed. Here's her take and she always says it much better. And here is her story about our helicopter ride published in the Seacoast Sunday edition.
3) And then enters sweet Melissa: The Virg and I head north to meet Mainelife and her husband who are a week and a half away from hosting a wedding. They graciously took the time to treat us to a slow Maine meal of lobster and steamers at Chauncey's Creek Lobster Pier. We all agreed this meeting was way too short and should be extended to the Blue Ridge Mountains in the fall...
I'm falling asleep and will continue with additional adventures soon, .but will post a small photo album of snapshots on my sidebar.