Starting the Journey Home

This morning, we said goodbye to our friends, old and new. Below is the motley crewe with whom we spent the week at the Ring Lake Ranch: I will confess that living rustic is just not my thing. In addition to bugs crawling on my arms at night and moths flying onto my iPad as I read with the lights off (if that doesn't make you jump, I'm not sure what will), there was no air conditioning, dust and dirt everywhere from the wind blowing through the open windows, and rats living in the crawl spaces of the cabins. And we could smell their pee in our cabin. Luckily, I learned about that (their living in the crawl spaces) just the day before we left so that there was only one night during which I thought, as I went to the bathroom at whatever time, "Please don't let my feet touch anything other than the floor. Please don't let my feet touch anything other than the floor. Please don't let my feet touch anything other than the floor." Of course, last night was the n...