Beaufort → Stamford
This is the end of one chapter and the beginning of another.
I'm thrilled to have been able to spend time in this place that I love, and I can't wait until next time.
What a great summer.
The Western Route
We picked this route for a number of reasons, but mostly because I-95 sucks.
And if you're going to be spending hours and hours in a car, you may as well have something pretty to look at.
The Blue Ridge Parkway is by no means the most efficient route, but it will take you where you need to go.
Luna almost got lost in a parking lot when we stopped for food, that was scary.
After 17 hours in the car we did end up arriving at our destination.
Stamford is not a bad place to be. I hardly know anyone up here, so most of my time is spent reading books, playing tennis, teaching tennis, working on miscellaneous projects, and playing games.
In the evenings we all retreat from our corners and sit at the circle table under the party lights. At the table we eat dinner, discuss the events of the day, inquire about what's goin' on tomorrow, and sometimes play cards.
On average 4 out of 5 of us will feel like playing cards, which is a perfect number to play Hearts.
On Sunday we went to hang out at the river.
It took Graeme probably 20 minutes to get himself to jump off the rock.
And he keeps telling me he wants to jump off the tower...
The escape from Northeast metropolis to the woods is surprisingly easy.
No matter how elegantly prepared you think you are, the moment to moment of just about everything is going to be a grind.
Example: packing, which I will not end until move in!!!