SAM(ANTHA) GILBERT

Waking up to a brisk, foggy morning, the painful realization of how much we will miss the serene nature of a quiet daybreak sunk in. We finished closing up the camp for the season, packed the car with neither argument nor tears, gave a little nod to the travel Gods, and headed out. The roadways on the Northeast are so different from where I grew up in the Pacific Northwest.   These are one-way, three-lane turnpikes lined with thick woods that form this bobsled run of now gold

Well, hi sports fans!  We’re back with another installment of...‘How are they not tired of each other yet?’   Same adorable cast of characters.  Same steel horse we ride.  Maine to California. Though, we’re embarking on this adventure at a slight disadvantage as we are all at some stage of decrepit illness ranging from “out of the woods” to “Kill me, Jerry.”   Steven is nearly over his congestion and cough, David is on his last day of antibiotics for a bout with pneumonia, Na