With a long expanse of days ahead and no agenda, we get an early start. Car packed, provisions from the farmer’s market, coffee at the ready — it’s time for a 300-mile drive south to the coast. The view is familiar, this front row seat of highway — how many times have we traveled like this together? Across miles of Connecticut coast, the back roads of France, through Texas desert and now its countryside.
The view from the patio — with which we will become quite intimate — speaks volumes. Looks like the start of something good.