Rex, This looks like a place similar to where Ralph and Wayne drove their car into the lake to wash it and getting it stuck!! Beautiful and peaceful location when you don't have a car stuck. Have fun!
And, Tucker and Alaina are in Portsmouth England getting on a boat to Amsterdam, Bergan, Shetland & Iceland. As youngsters this travel will be life changing!!
So happy to hear this about Tucker and Alaina — what a great adventure! The car-washing, so well-recounted, was in Dorcas Bay, which I think is Lake Superior. Seems to me that there was a bit of sensitivity on the part of “Commodore Wayne,” upon being reminded of what had happened to his 1957 DeSoto. Funny what details stick!
Rex, This looks like a place similar to where Ralph and Wayne drove their car into the lake to wash it and getting it stuck!! Beautiful and peaceful location when you don't have a car stuck. Have fun!
And, Tucker and Alaina are in Portsmouth England getting on a boat to Amsterdam, Bergan, Shetland & Iceland. As youngsters this travel will be life changing!!
So happy to hear this about Tucker and Alaina — what a great adventure! The car-washing, so well-recounted, was in Dorcas Bay, which I think is Lake Superior. Seems to me that there was a bit of sensitivity on the part of “Commodore Wayne,” upon being reminded of what had happened to his 1957 DeSoto. Funny what details stick!
We are with Ken’s clan, minus only Reid.
"I went out to the hazel wood
because a fire was in my head
And cut and peeled a hazel wand
and hooked a berry to a thread
and when white moths were on the wing
and mouthlike stars were flick'ring out
I dropped the berry in a stream
and caught a little silver trout
When I had laid it on the floor
and gone to blow the fire aflame
something rustled by my side
and someone called me by my name
It had become a glimmering girl
with apple blossoms in her hair
who called me by my name and ran
and faded on the brightening air
though I am old with wandering
through hollow lands and hilly lands
I will find out where she has gone
and kiss her lips and take her hands
and pluck, til time and times are done
the silver apples of the moon
the golden apples of the sun"
(W. B. Yeats)
“Travel makes one modest. You see what a tiny place you occupy in the world.” - Gustave Flaubert
“To move, to breathe, to fly, to float,
To gain all while you give,
To roam the roads of lands remote,
To travel is to live.” - Hans Christian Andersen
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