If we can say “Spring has sprung”, I guess it's okay to say “Fall has fallen”. Being in the Chesapeake, we were unaware what was happening up North. We left Cups all secure and buttoned up at AYB and headed to Boston. We crossed the Chesapeake Bay Tunnel & Bridge at 0500, too dark to see anything except red and green markers blinking in the distance. We made good time except crossing the George Washington Bridge … always slow and bumper-to-bumper. Eight states, 500 miles and $50 in tolls later, we arrived at Lin's in time to help with the preparations for a welcome party for Lin's first grandchild. Six-week-old Daphne … Lin's granddaughter and our grand niece … was indeed grand … even though she slept through most of her celebration.
It's foliage season here in New England. Maples and oaks, birch, ash and sumac join in a riot of vivid autumn colors. The early mornings and nights are chilly and crisp. Lin turned the heat on for the first time this season and we put blankets on the beds, a not-so-subtle reminder that winter is on the way.
We barely caught our breaths and it was time to leave. We've got a long, 3,000 mile drive to Las Vegas ahead of us. Road trip!!