Home Again

We left the Estes Park cabin around 9 a.m., as planned. Google Maps took us on a rather strange route around the Denver area. For a while, we thought it might be getting us lost on unpopulated county roads. But lo and behold, we encountered I-76 and began motoring eastward. The number of trucks on the interstate was rather astounding. It was like a train going east. Maybe we should still have railroads?

We spent the night in Lincoln with a college friend who is having some serious health issues. It was good to see him, and his wife was very gracious as a hostess. We realize that we are getting to the age where we could begin losing friends.

Having already lost parents, we stopped in Des Moines to inquire about arrangements for interment of their ashes this fall. Not a happy task, but finishing what needs to be done according to their wishes.

A brief but torrential downpour gave us a free car wash just south of the Twin Cities. Minneapolis was in full rush hour mode as we entered the city. Perhaps some were extending the holiday weekend by leaving town a day early, or perhaps it's just like that everyday and we don't see it because we aren't commuting.

But, we finally arrived home to find everything in order. Even the garden plants had survived and thrived with the rain that had come in our absence. We are now out of "severe drought" and up into the "moderate drought" category after the second driest June on record.