Another lazy morning for the
honeymooners as we prepared to return to San Francisco, though
we actually wouldnt take our leave until nearly noon. Before
leaving, I took Joyce to Buds basement workshop and showed
her a plane being reconstructed after years of neglect. Its
rare that one has the chance to see a plane in skeleton form.
Having said goodbye to Jeanne and Bud the night before (they had
to leave very early for a doctors appointment 60 miles away),
we left quietly and didnt even lock the house: that just
isnt something one does at Pine Mountain Lake.
On the way back, a quick stop
was made at a recreational vehicle dealer to window shop for motor
homes and trailers. Not buying, just looking and imagining what
it would be like to load one up and take a very extensive trip
around the country. The imagination worked fine until the monetary
realities were factored into the process! Maybe such a trip can
be embarked upon during retirement years. Grand Aunt Juanita was
ready to serve dinner when we once again arrived on her doorstep.
On this night, her daughter and son-in-law stopped in to meet
us; it was fantastic to meet these previously unmet relatives.
Such friendly people, we enjoyed becoming acquainted.