On the Road Again!

Unadilla Theatre
Unadilla Theatre

This past week we visited friends in Montreal and in Montpelier Vermont. On Thursday evening, we wended our way, to the Unadilla  Theatre, nestled into the forested hills of rural Vermont.

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Our friends’ daughter, Erin had one of the lead roles in the Mikado. The play was splendid, the acting excellent, the music superb. Knowing and loving one of the leads added a great deal to our joy. We finished the evening with Rob’s gourmet cheesecake while we continued the stimulating conversation that sparked interest and connected us as friends.

Charlotte Vermont Ferry
Charlotte Vermont Ferry

Friday morning after a scrumptious breakfast of waffles with Elaine’s blueberry and Vermont maple syrups, we started home. We meandered across country through the Adirondack Mountains on county roads and state highways. At Lake Champlain, God offered us another short cruise in preparation for our big “River Cruise” in August. We shared the ferry with a number of cars, a motorcycle and a 72 foot tractor trailer.  Tom was trapped inside the car, since our parking slot was approx. five inches from the ship’s gunwale. We opened the sunroof. I stood on the seat so I could have half of me outside, and took pictures.

I wanted to ask the biker to take my picture with my upper half sticking out the roof, but found his bald head, bare muscular arms and tattoos too intimidating. Tom stuck his arm up through the sunroof to take this picture of me out on the deck.

Risking the big splash
Risking the big splash

Our journey brought us through Elizabethtown to Keene Village New York. Both towns are picturesque with lots of flowers. Like the Keene Village close to home, Keene, New York has a river running through it. Not having rain for quite some time, the Ausable River has become a trickling stream, roaming back and forth among the rocks.

Keene New York

Ausable river (2) Keene New York

The road wound through the mountains, around rocky outcrops, through the trees. Parked cars lining the road beside a finger lake signaled to us that this is a favorite area for bikers and hikers. We chose Lake Placid for lunch and found a fifties style diner. Tummies full we “shot the main” and followed 89 west, leaving the humming little tourist town behind.

The remainder of the trip home seemed uneventful even though we got a little confused due to the construction going through Tupper Lake. This gave me an excuse to stop for tea. While we were studying our map, a kind lady who pulled up beside us at the gas station carefully straightened us out and sent us on our way.

We stopped at the Trenton Enroute to eat our ‘snackin supper’ of veggies, dip, cheese and crackers. With gratitude we pulled into our driveway and unloaded the car just as the rain started. Before totally settling down for a cup of tea, I decided to text my daughter. My phone had disappeared. While Tom searched the car, he called my phone from his, hoping the ring would help the search. Angela from Trenton Enroute surprised him by answering. One of the custodians had turned in my phone. Sweet Tom, told Angela, “I’ll be there in about an hour.” I offered to accompany him. “No,” he replied. “I’m fine to go alone.”

Wisdom told me to agree with this. “I’ll finish unpacking and do the washing,” I said. The trip in the car must have given him opportunity to vent because he returned tired but not cranky around midnight. When I thanked him, he said, “I know you hate driving at night, especially in the rain. Thank you for letting me go by myself. I needed the time alone.” I smiled and gave him a hug. I am truly blessed with my wonderful Tom.

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