Well, we managed to make it out of Virginia without getting a ticket. Helps that we drove the speed limit, of course. Took route 15 down from Warrenton, adding a detour through South Boston instead of our usual Clarksville route. There was nary a soul on the road: just the way we like it.
Well, that isn’t exactly true. There was a big traffic jam on 29 north of U.S. 17. All those cars were bound for the parking lot that is I-95. We were happy to blow right past them on 15 heading south. Suckers!
Had a great visit at the Swansons. Weather was cold and blustery, but we made the most of it. The Naylors joined us, on Thursday and Saturday and we spent lots of time together eating, laughing, eating, taking pictures of each other, and eating.
Neil put up a basketball goal in his driveway. The chance to shoot hoops was strong enough to lure all the guys out in cold, drizzly weather. My game was rusty, but parts of it still shine. Man, did I feel good after shooting baskets (and bricks, too). I need to play more often.
Travis and Hallie are world champion travelers. They both mostly napped all the way until Dillwyn, where the driver, yours truly, had to take a desperate pitstop. After taking care of that urgent matter, we pulled alongside the passenger cars belonging to the Old Dominion Chapter of the National Railway Historical Society. While Travis nursed, I carried Hallie around to look at the rail cars. She was very whiny at the time, having just woken up from napping, and wasn’t in the mood to look around.
We’re all beat now, the fridge is empty, and we were short on sleep to begin with. But we had a great holiday and are now safe at home.
Blog ya tomorrow!
