Packed to the gills with luggage, baby stuff, and of course an impressive haul from Longaberger…we headed back home to North Carolina. Of course, we did have to stop for some more apple cider slushies at Renick’s farmer’s market and take pictures of Nicholas amongst the pumpkins.
According to the web sites, our return voyage was at the peak colors on the trees and they sure didn’t disappoint. We actually hit some major traffic snarls in Greensboro (and passed a couple of accidents) all the way to Burlington. Dinner was at On The Border in Cary which Mommy had been drooling over the prospects of margaritas since she saw their store in Worthington. We were surprised to find the Cary police searching the parking lot for something…hope they found it, whatever it was.
There is something to be said for traveling…but I will always cherish that feeling when you pull back into the garage and shut the engine down and realize that you’re home. And yes, there’s no place like it!
Thanks go to Patrick and Suzette for being wondeful hosts…who knows when the winds will blow us to the northwest again. But we will look forward to the trip!
