Getting here
Thursday was a long travel day. Ten minutes before we left our house, the sky opened up and it rained very hard the entire drive to GRR. We breezed through security, despite an old lady in front of us verbally assaulting the TSA guy because of some gel tube she had in her carry-on. First she claimed to not know about it, then she started yelling at him because it was so expensive. This was followed by another about face, where she first yelled this: “What are you talking about, I travel all the time and have never had this problem before!” As he started to respond, she returned back to her confused old lady tone and said “Well, how should I know that, I don’t travel very often.” I felt a momentary sadness for her granddaughter traveling companion, then resumed chuckling as we left the security area and headed to our gate.
Both flights were uneventful, and Portland greeted us with nearly the same rain we had left behind in Michigan. We made the long drive to Stonington in our gold rental car, made even longer by traffic and construction, but we got here and got the young ones off to bed. They were very good throughout the 12 hours it took us to get here.
On to the good stuff
Friday was a spectacular day, weather-wise – people who’ve been here all summer declared it the best weather day of the summer. Aly quickly resumed her routine of combing the shoreline for “treasure”, which includes sea glass, “china”, and sea urchins. She’s still searching for the treasure map. We reintroduced Leah to the area, and she quickly resumed throwing rocks into the ocean. I also experimented with combining multiple exposures into a single picture for the first time. We also put the girls to work picking up apples in the yard – Grandpa Bill pays well.
