Sunday night I drove the Expedition in and out of Boston without mishap. I’m very pleased about my driving skills.
On the way home I missed my exit. I couldn’t figure out how to get turned around because of the psychotic divided highway. I stopped at a gas station but the man was speaking another language on a cell phone and wouldn’t acknowledge me. I was the only one in there. His lack of acknowledgment made me angry, so I left.
My next ask-for-directions option was some sort of “lounge”. But the more I looked at it, the more it seemed like it might be a less than desirable establishment. In fact, I suspect it was a strip club. So, I struck out on my own.
You see, Jared and I were both in New Hampshire this weekend. But we didn’t go together. Friday morning, we picked Deborah up from Boston and spent the day at a state park. Saturday Jared went on a camping trip with one of his classes, and Deborah and I went on a camping trip of our own. Thus, Sunday night I drove Deborah back to Boston so she could catch her bus back to the big city.
Here are some pictures from our adventures. And by “some” I mean, here are many pictures from our adventures. If you weren’t able to get outside this weekend, soak it in. Enjoy God’s creating skills.
|I’m Deborah’s personal paparazzi.|
|Dad, we saw three turkeys fly across the river here. We thought of you. This is the view from our campsite.|
|Dear Mountain Hardwear, if you would decide to sponsor our lives, we would be down for that. Dear Mom and Dad, thanks for the tent. It’s great!|
|“The Basin”. Apparently, it’s kind of a big deal.|
|We had a great weekend!|
Eventually, I made it back to our abode from Boston. No strip clubs required.