Remember that childhood phenomenon where getting somewhere seemed to take for … ever? And then the return trip was always, somehow less interminable? That was like today. But we made it.
We’re on Orange Beach for the weekend. A friend’s parents have a condo — and a private pier, and this makes us, as guests, feel like we’ve somehow arrived in a new class of citizenship — and they invited us to enjoy the sun and one of the most beautiful beaches in the world.
So we had breakfast this morning, loaded the car and drove for … ever. The company was great, though. We passed the time making fun of television news formulas. I’m driving and The Yankee and Brian are shooting videos saying things like “I’m here on this deserted street where, 12 hours ago, something happened.”
We got turned around several times when we were almost there — I blame the GPS. Made it in just in time for dinner, to buy some groceries, unpack, spend times with our too-cool hosts and then enjoy a little evening breeze.
We brought our bikes. I’m looking forward to taking advantage of the flat terrain and sneaking in a few good miles.
More tomorrow.
