Cleveland, Day #4 (Sunday)
Oct. 10th, 2005 01:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bjarvisNick was already gone Saturday morning before we managed to get ourselves out of bed. He and wondermom Barb were hard at work preparing the fly-in brunch at the hall well before I was conscious, bless their workaholic hearts. Even if we slept in a little, we still managed to get cleaned up, pack our luggage and ride with Kim & Dale to the dance hall before serving began at 11.
The sad part of the final day of a fly-in is the long process of saying good-bye. Some of the more distant driving carpools left close to noon, others departed by 1 PM. Kent & I stayed until shortly after 3; the dancing was scheduled to end at 4. Still, we'll see a lot of the same people at Harper's Ferry next month, ACDC next February and so on. And I have three completed rolls of film (and one more in the camera) so I'll have lots of photos to post to my website asap.
Cleveland friends Mikel & Damien picked us up shortly after 3 PM and brought us back to their place for a fun visit, some snacks and a little shopping --Damien makes greeting cards-- before we had to head to the airport. Mikel dropped us off at 6 PM; the lines for checking luggage and security screening were practically non-existent so we were at our gate with plenty of time to spare.
Outside of the redneck double-wide family behind us (who couldn't comprehend that if a package doesn't fit in the overhead luggage bin, it would have to be checked), and the white trash moron family ahead of us (the lady was right proud of having six grandchildren by her 35th birthday, and the kids travelling with her were terrors, not to mention ugly as sin), it was a mostly uneventful trip home.
We apparently missed 7" of rain in our area while we were gone. Ah, well... the grass needed it. Mail was easily examined and sorted, laundry was started and Kent found a few minutes to re-acquaint his butt with its usual indentation on the couch in front of the TV set. Life is officially back to normal.
The sad part of the final day of a fly-in is the long process of saying good-bye. Some of the more distant driving carpools left close to noon, others departed by 1 PM. Kent & I stayed until shortly after 3; the dancing was scheduled to end at 4. Still, we'll see a lot of the same people at Harper's Ferry next month, ACDC next February and so on. And I have three completed rolls of film (and one more in the camera) so I'll have lots of photos to post to my website asap.
Cleveland friends Mikel & Damien picked us up shortly after 3 PM and brought us back to their place for a fun visit, some snacks and a little shopping --Damien makes greeting cards-- before we had to head to the airport. Mikel dropped us off at 6 PM; the lines for checking luggage and security screening were practically non-existent so we were at our gate with plenty of time to spare.
Outside of the redneck double-wide family behind us (who couldn't comprehend that if a package doesn't fit in the overhead luggage bin, it would have to be checked), and the white trash moron family ahead of us (the lady was right proud of having six grandchildren by her 35th birthday, and the kids travelling with her were terrors, not to mention ugly as sin), it was a mostly uneventful trip home.
We apparently missed 7" of rain in our area while we were gone. Ah, well... the grass needed it. Mail was easily examined and sorted, laundry was started and Kent found a few minutes to re-acquaint his butt with its usual indentation on the couch in front of the TV set. Life is officially back to normal.
