I think I'm home, but I can't be sure. I came to a place that is covered in snow, and there was no snow when I left. I've got a bit of laryngitis and a sore throat. Probably from all the laughing and talking and screeching over the weekend. I sure hope it's just that and not a cold coming on.
This weekend is the first time the new GPS has been put to the test. I gotta tell ya, I'm not so sure about this gizmo. It did indeed get us to the hotel in Poughkeepsie on Friday afternoon, and in fairly good time, despite the torrential rain we drove in most of the way. Margene was heard to say, "Thank youuuuuu, GeePeeeEsssssssss!" But that was once we were (finally) safely in the hotel parking lot. In between when we left my house and when we arrived at Jessie's, we got slightly lost, just at the very end. Pinpoint precision it does not have -- at least for the destination bit. It's like the developer was working on his (I say "his" because this MUST have been done by a man -- men never ask for directions, dontcha know) Ph.D., got most of his thesis done, but some of the pages might have got a little out of order -- AND a few psychedelic drugs were taken in the middle bits. Then he went to the pub and had a few beers, said, "Aw, screw it, it's good enough."
Ask Margene. Man, did we have a ride on the way there -- the complete Vermont experience. Except it was in no part of Vermont I've ever seen or heard of. Windy roads, little muddy dirt roads, through a swamp that was dangerously close to overflowing its banks, over a one-lane covered bridge. Left, right, left, right, left, left. Lake Hortonia?! What state are we in and where the hell are we headed!? Very pretty, but where the fuck are we???? (Lived in Vermont my whole life. Never heard of the place. But Google proves its existence, so I guess we had not entered some kind of alternate universe after all....) I can't speak for her, but I will admit to having some butterflies in my stomach until we found ourselves on I-87. My route home was much the same -- windy desolate route through quaint little one-hole towns with no pee places and no gas stations open, but I made very good time. It's a love-hate relationship with the GPS.
Will write more about Rhinebeck and our fun visit with Jessie later.
Meanwhile, a pretty picture of Margene in Smuggler's Notch.