Yesterday we said goodbye to this view from our balcony. We left behind some friends who would be playing in the all day Swiss and joined some on the road. It had been fun, but it was time to go home.
The trip back seemed to go faster than the trip there. We called Dixie, Sharron, and Tom and found out they were ahead of us; John and Herm had also gotten an earlier start (or they were speeding). I learned that John and Herm are farm boys and not only know the difference between hay and straw but also know a lot (too much?) about the growing cycles of crops. If only they also knew about nutritional meals - cheese nips, cheese curls, m&m's, and spicy chicken wings do not make for a healthy breakfast.
Even the drive through Indiana went faster. Lee and I were so caught up in our conversation that we forgot to keep an eye on the gas gauge.
"How are we doing on gas?" I finally asked as we drove down 28th Street.
Lee looked up, startled. "I forgot all about that!" she exclaimed. She checked the gauge. "We're below empty and the light is on!"
Fortunately we made it to the station on the corner and tragedy was averted. We both arrived home safe and sound.