Relative Something

We waited and waited to leave town until most of the masses planning to do the same had already set off yesterday. That allowed time to eat dinner at home and then I tinkered with mounting my bike carrier on the car. Julian is home from Chicago and so the three of us stuffed into the WRX and headed up north in the dusky light just after sunset. There was absolutely no traffic backed up at any of the usual hot spots. What a pleasure that is. Unfortunately, the bridge was out on our favorite route so we stayed on the freeway up to the Grantsburg exit. Only one close call with deer on the edge of the road. Luck was on our side because they jumped the other direction as we came upon them. We made it up in just under 3 hours and then unwound a bit before finally hitting the sack after midnight in order to get up for the annual work day. Gotta sweep away the cobwebs, pull out the beach toys and lounge chairs, clean up the boats and sweep off the tennis court. The loons are talking on the lake and it is time to begin the summer season, even if summer doesn’t show up on the calendar for almost a month. It’s always great to be at my favorite place. Happy Memorial Weekend.