I feel like we’re really dragging out this return part of our trip, but I can’t just leave you hanging, right?
Yesterday was the first day in about a month that I didn’t take any photos. Not too surprising, as our luck seems to have run out in the weather department. Sunday dawned wet and overcast in Manhattan, and we spent the morning with fresh pastries from down the street and the Sunday Times. Mal even made a frittata! It was a really sweet way to finish up our short visit to NYC.
After three weeks of almost flawless travel, on planes, trains, subways, buses and rental cars, I suppose we were due for the less-than-perfect experience. That’s certainly what we got at JFK yesterday afternoon. Our flight was scheduled for 4:30, and after myriad crew and weather delays, I think we finally took off at about 6:30. We both slept some on the flight, and we were met by Lou’s smiling face at DIA at about 9. Once back in Boulder, Meg had made us a nice dinner. We chatted for a bit, told stories from the trip, and fell into bed at about midnight.
This morning in Boulder it is gray and wet again, but as I’ve been writing, the skies have started to clear. We’re now picking up Lou to go out for breakfast. Then some errands and a visit with David in Lafayette. We hope to be on the road to Ridgway by midday, in order to make it home before dark.
One last selfie before we hit the road:
