We’re here. We survived. We did it. Whew.
The trip was oh so long with lots of anecdotes to relay, but I want to tell them well, so not in this blog. There has to be some recovery time, and I will be watching my granddaughter while her parents unpack, mow their overgrown lawn, clean the house, and in general – prepare for the moving company to unload all the rest of their stuff next week.
It was not a flawless week of packing and traveling, but I did get to see cousins and family I haven’t seen in twenty plus years. I am grateful for the opportunity to visit them, and their gracious hospitality. I also went to Congaree National Park while I was in Columbia. I’d been there before, but not since I started my quest of seeing all the parks, so this time I was able to pick up my hiking medallion and get the passport stamp. Nice.
In the meantime, more to come in the coming days. I’m too tired to write more now, but not to tired to be grateful we made it home safely. My granddaughter was a trooper. Four days in a car is not easy at any age, but with a one and a half year old, it could have been brutal. She did great. The rest of us did okay too, but she wins the ribbon.
And so it goes, or went, or whatever…