First stop was Poughkeepsie, New York, where Son Number One figured out that he had given us the wrong day and he couldn't get the key to his room until the following day. He coped. Friends are wonderful and sometimes, so are crises.
Off to Manhattan for the remaining three of us and a trip to the Metropolitan Museum after strolling the streets of the Upper West Side for Hours and declaring gelatto supper. There was a drive to Gettysburg so Himself could finally see the battlefield first hand. On to Columbus,Ohio and an overnight stop at the rectory of the dear friend who married us, then on to Cleveland.
I've never been to Cleveland before and I needed to see Son Number Two's school. Not bad. Not bad at all, although the Rock and Roll hall of Fame was a bit of a letdown. Two days there and a tearful farewell were followed by a drive to Elmira, New York, where Mark Twain wrote "Huckleberry Finn" and "Tom Sawyer" in what is basically a gazebo with a fireplace which was built for him by his sister-in-law as a study. The trip to Twains' grave site was moving for me. More on that later.
Seneca Falls was next, and although the work the women did to level the playing field was inspirational and impressive, the town was a bit "meh" as my son would say. Another stop in Poughkeepsie with friends on the way home (and Son Number One and his Lady) and here we are.
It's been a long time since we've had a "vacation" and heaven knows I needed a break, but I'm still glad to be home and sleeping in my own bed. Dorothy had it right; "There's no place like home," but I think returning to Kansas after Oz must have been tough. I wonder if it was as quiet there as it is here.