Clarion Hotel Aberdeen
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... I thought as we traveled about the brave pioneers who crossed those vast plains, unforgiving badlands, tall mountains, and deep canyons to find new homes and build this country. It was not always easy for us with a GPS much less with just the stars and the sun to guide them.
I hope you have enjoyed traveling with us on our journey west. The pictures give a brief summary of our ...
"Is that sarcasm phone? I woke up at 0530. Laughed. And woke up at 0540. It was a full spectrum of emotions" Grace talking about the wake schedule this morning "Sarah for NZ. USA. You have a lot of options *****. Where is my name?" Sarah concerned about her painting Beta and obviously Sarah for Lee. It was not "You're my favourite. Obviously" Kiwi out of us three Amy and Sarah. Yeah right ...
... being mistreated.
Rode along the 'Augustine Herman Hwy' and toward the bridge.
We pulled into Chesapeake City and hit the jackpot. I wanted to find a nice little mom and pop place for lunch and we found it in this quaint little historic district.
Had lunch in the 'Bohemia Cafe and Bakery' ...
... has joined us. Will ate a late lunch/early dinner (did I mention that all that damn nonsense happened right at lunch hour?) and is now sound asleep in our bed. His happy little tuchus is getting moved to the sofa bed later, since now there are two adults in the house who are too old for sofa beds. He's now outnumbered. HA!
I think I might have a little touch of PTSD at the moment. Apologies if this post is weird or rambling or just odd. There's a fog in ...
... of days, and she showed me that I alone had the strength and the courage to defeat them. She was an element of my destruction, but she was also the one who set me free. She pushed me off the right cliff.
Seeing Miranda this week, eighteen months later, wasn't as difficult as I thought it might be. It was as easy as driving to her house and ringing the doorbell. And just like the first time we met, we stood on opposite sides of the door for ...