On August 16, 1980, My Sweet Babboo and I pledged our lives and love to each other in front of a church full of friends and family.
It was a cold, rainy day in central Indiana, but it was the beginning of an adventure.
Back in January, we were looking at Adventures...did we want to do a train ride across Canada? An Alaskan cruise? What would be a big enough commemoration?
Then...pandemic.
About two weeks ago we looked at each other and said, 'We have to do SOMETHING.'
So we decided to go to our favorite getaway spot about an hour and a half away. We were first there for our 30th anniversary, so it was a 10 year celebration for that, too. It's a perfect place to just enjoy the quiet. And it's remote enough that we weren't worried about...catching anything. We probably saw about ten people all weekend.
It's right on the edge of a bluff on Sand Mountain, overlooking the Tennessee River.
The weather was perfect; relatively low humidity, but still warm enough that we could enjoy the swimming pool, nearly exclusively, but there were enough clouds for a pretty sunset.
We waited until about 9:30 Monday night and then went out to look at the night sky, well coated with bug repellent. If I had had a tripod, the sky pictures would have been much better. There were no moon and no clouds; the stars were breathtaking. There aren't a lot of places dark enough to see the Milky Way any more...but it was on full display for us. But the best I could do w/ my camera was the Big Dipper...or Ursa Major, depending on your school of thought. I was amazed that I got anything at all. I don't know if it will show up on everyone's device, but I can see it...
The Lodge where we stayed has a reputation for fine dining. We had a 3 course dinner on Sunday, in honor of our anniversary. It was fabulous...but my hubby's camera seems to have eaten our photos; he couldn't pull them off. Fortunately, we took a selfie with mine after we ate. Don't we look well fed? LOL.
It was just two days away, but it was enough to kinda relax a little bit. We have plans for another getaway...a conference that was supposed to have happened the weekend after Easter and was rescheduled for Mid-September...but who knows if we will actually get to go. Hoping...
Oh, I guess there is a little sewing news to report. On the way back, I jokingly said something about dropping our luggage off, picking up my serger and driving it an hour and a half in the other direction for repair. My Sweet Babboo was in the mood for a drive, so we did. Now I'm waiting on the service department to give me a call with an estimate for repair. I will be glad to get it back. The new backup is...ok...but I miss my old friend.