If you tell people you are going to Upstate New York, they think you mean Rochester. Now I have nothing against Rochester, but if you look at a map, it's pretty clearly in the middle of the state. I am just a little bunny, but even I can see that. In any case, we were going WAY north of Rochester.
|I am reading the safety card on one of our many, many planes.|
We had to take a car to the airport;
And then one red-eye plane (I wish it was a pink-eye, but there are uncomfortable conjunctivitis associations there)
And then another plane;
And then get into another car;
And then drive for three hours;
Before we arrived at our destination.
And our luggage did not make the connection so it was not with us, sadly. It had many adventures and joined us later. Too bad the luggage does not have its own blog.
|Clearly I was not in charge of the luggage. It so would have been there if I was.|
*(Girl would like to note that this is NOT referring to her. I mean "growing vigorously especially with luxuriant foliage")
We did meet a fireman and his dog:
And we found this lovely area with a gazebo, a castle and a river:
|What time does the band come and play "Beautiful Dreamer?"|
Then it was time to go back home.
|Pilot Pinky here!|
It was a short but exhausting trip.