My life as a fifty-something navigating the back side of middle age
A couple of weekends ago I made a quick trip to the mountains of North Carolina to see my baby brother get married. It was a very small ceremony on the literal top of a mountain. Like, five miles of switchbacks to get to the top, and the last mile was gravel road. My rental car was displeased, but she made it.
And here’s a quick dump of some of my other favorite pics from the day…
After our trip to Maine and the lovely lighthouses we saw there, Vance and I started thinking about the lighthouses closer to home. I think we kind of take them for granted, seeing as we live so close to Lake Ontario and they’re kind of […]
Last month the hubs and I took a trip to Maine to celebrate our 29th wedding anniversary. It’s a place we’ve been before and have enjoyed, so it seemed perfect for a long weekend getaway. And I always insist on a quick car selfie before […]
