The drive was so far from unbearable, I'm a tad embarrassed that I have not been a more frequent visitor here at Fulton Manor. Granted, working cruise control was a huge aid. And as it has been two years since I've made the drive, my children now behave at a somewhat more mature level (for the most part). Though there were rain showers for the first two hours, the overcast skies kept the car from being a rolling solar cooker. All in all, a delightful trip -- which I will be making again. Soon.
Upon arrival, I was offered dessert and wine and a comfortable chair. I gladly accepted the Apple-Port-Cheese Pie with Almond Crust and Charles Shaw Shiraz, but held off a bit on the chair. The kids were glad to see their old friend Slim, the bird dog who was included in the purchase price of the property, as well as two new cats, Basil and Ringo. And there were hens mulling around the yard playing chicken tag.
After dark, Big Sis and I went for a three mile walk around her "block." Not the hilly terrain found in my neighborhood, but gorgeous starry skies that no city can offer. Today I look forward to seeing the owls that live in one of their barns as well as taking a horseback ride. And I think I'd like to meet Darjeeling and Oolong, the kindly ducks of Fulton Manor. Somewhere there are a couple of goats, one of which Melissa refers to as "Yummy Goat," as he is slated for the dinner table in the near future.
It's a different world out here.
But my biggest adventure of the day will be the return trip home. I realized that I have never, ever driven six hours all by myself. Heck, I don't know that I've had that much time alone in any setting since college. I have my music, a couple of books on tape, and once I get back on the highway, my cell phone. Nevertheless, I might try a few minutes of silence here and there. Just to shake things up a bit.