When I rolled out of my tent and off the farm, I had a mere two-hour drive south to visit friends, Sid and Judy, in the Lake region. We met on Jekyll Island in 2017, have had prior visits in campgrounds, but Covid cancelled our March 2020 get-together at their new homestead. This was my first post-vax stay but I wasn't worried because we're not only all vaxxed, we're all straight talkers.
One of the many reasons I so enjoy their company is that I feel right at home, and we can talk about religion, politics, family, travel, food, or whatever with a little screaming and swearing perhaps, and it's all good. The only issue that has surfaced is that Sid won't play Scrabble anymore because I've beat his ass too many times. He does, however, push the envelope on the bike seat riding ahead of me.
In three days, we ate fabulous food, had a few drinks, cruised the lakes, biked the community, heard live music, watched a bad movie, didn't solve the world's problems, and laughed a lot! These crazy kids even invited me back for next year's St. Paddy's Day festivities. Where's my '22 calendar?
One more stop in Florida for a month and that's a much longer story.
Cyclist, writer, teacher, avid reader, bike/ped advocate, nomad, pie lover