The Great Lakes Beckon

While the ink is not yet dry we must hasten to the Great Lakes for the next chapter in our Great Adventure.

Goodbye mountains and snow, hello flatlands and snow. I have always liked the Packers and have rooted for them, though I’m a Bills gal through and through. Hey, Great Lakes folks have to stick together.

We still don’t know our schedule but will pack all day tomorrow and see where we are and next steps. I’m up in the middle of the night and have compiled two charts, one of income/expense and the other a prospective dateline of first week, temporary then permanent housing. Brilliant, if I must say so myself.

We still have to pack a truck/container, drive two cars and a dog halfway across the country! And while the contract was signed this afternoon, they want him on the ground first thing Monday morning. That leaves me with a big mess and I don’t think I can train and have the dog pass her drivers’ test in time. Zoe (the dog) would drive my husband’s car, of course. She’s a great car dog, in the back, on her 4″ thick orthopedic mattress….

In the end we know where we have to go, and just have to figure out how/how long it’ll take to get there. At least I’ll have fresh photos to share.

We went to the best burger place in the State the other day, Hi Mountain Drug (yes, it’s a lunch counter, Mormon book store that has sheet music, lawn and wall ornaments and a pharmacy, with camping equipment as well.}

En route I missed the exit so had to go through a gorgeous canyon for a few extra miles. I saw the first Greater Sandhill Crane of the season, usually they don’t come ’til the end of March/early April. Must be a single guy positioning to find a mate, because they live with their folks for two years then find a lifelong mate.

He flew over us on the highway, giving me a sign that it’s OK to go. Our family of Sandhills will be missed but never forgotten.

Nor will our mountains, which we will see again. Moving is a pain, we all know it, but change is we do in this family, and we’ll make it happen. To new adventures, Dee