It’s been vacation time for the last week now. How’s the song go … toes in the water and ass in the sand – (thanks, Glen)
Two weeks on the east coast. First week at mom and dad’s house on the pond in Maine, a few days on the Eastern Shore at The Salmon Farm, then back to Maine, then back to Oregon in time to start motorcycle instructor training next weekend. Oh, then I guess back to work after that.
The trip east was uneventful but for one little problem – a pretty much historic and record breaking rain/flood event in Chicago while I was taking the red-eye from PDX to ORD that made the airport completely inaccessible for several hours and cancelled tons of flights because airport personnel and flight crews could get to the airport to handle all the airplanes sitting idle at the gates. A three hour layover turned in to twelve, but I was at least able to get the heck out of the airport and find a day-rate room at the local Renaissance Suites to get some sleep and a hot shower before getting on the later flight in the afternoon. I landed in Portland, Maine and was immediately greeted wi 96 degrees and about 90% relative humidity. It. Was. Ugly.
But since that one day, it’s been a fine time with family and friends and I’m half way to feeling relaxed and refreshed and ready to go for a few more months.
Adios and vaya con Dios.
(Photo: “The Tree” at The Salmon Farm, Eastern Shore, Virginia, USA)
