We checked into the Weathervane Inn yesterday, to have a couple of nights sleep on an actual bed instead of air mattresses, to ready us for another drive across this vast country. It was a beautiful comfortable room with a fireplace and jacuzzi.This morning we woke up to a fairly decent continental breakfast and lots of coffee.
The sun was shining so we decided we would walk across the bridge into Whitehall (the bridge that separates Whitehall and Montague) and check out some of the cute little shops. Also took some beautiful photos, saw a pair of swans on the lake and showed Han the sledding hill.
It was still a bit chilly on the ears, as I forgot my hat. “Be prepared, and stay prepared if your heading north in the winter.” I wore my fantastic “BOGS” boots, so had warm and dry feet. Han on the other hand wore his L.L. Bean leather slippers and they definitely are not meant for snow and ice. No actual mishaps, but a few slips and slides along the way.
Ate lunch at “The Dive”. Han had the hugest hamburger I have ever seen. Lots of napkins involved in this feast.
Note that the village (city?) of Montague has a siren alarm that sounds every day at 12:00 and if the volunteer fire fighters are being summoned. It is quite alarming (no pun intended) and I was concerned, but felt better after learning the program.
In the afternoon we went back over to Greg’s to visit with the family and see my precious grand babies. They are leaving for Washington State tomorrow morning.
The one moment that majorly stands out on this day happens between Liam and I. He starts crying, I start crying and he says in the sweetest most heartbreaking voice, “nonny we are crying together.” The flood gates opened and it took all my strength to let go of my best buddy and walk out the door. I dearly love all my grand children, but Liam and I have had a special connection since the moment he was born. Not sure which one of us will have more separation anxiety, but I am thinking it will be me, since I have more knowledge of distance and time. Those littles ones are taking part of my heart with them. No getting around that and there is no replacement or fixing it but I just try and think of the vast joy of seeing them again. (hopefully soon)
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We used to have sirens every Monday at noon as a drill for nuclear war warnings; once every three months the drill was to go to the underground bunker. Quite unsettling.