By evening we made it to Schenectady where we pulled over for a rest. A meal, and AA meeting and hanging out for a bit prepped me to drive the rest of the way through the night. We arrived at Woods Hole ferry terminal around 2:00 AM. That gave us a few hours to nap before the first boat. I would make it home the day before my daughter’s birthday, and Lenny could get to work on the totem pole he promised to carve. The dog days of summer had broken and we would no longer feel an urge to run off seeking releif from heat by looking for a waterfall. I came home with two porcupine necklaces, a braid of sweet grass, and a parcel of memories. Lenny, likewise, brought his own bundle.
No sooner had I walked in the door to my home when the phone rang. I ran over and answered it, My brother Joe was on the line and ordered, “You’ve go to get a passport in a month.” “Yeah, what for,” I queried? “I’m taking you and Karen [our sister] to Europe for your birthday [exactly a month distant.] We’re going for three weeks so this should be enough time for you to get your shit together.” “OK, I can do that,” I agreed. Then I thought, “Well, we got our stuff together in two or three days for this last adventure. A month should be enough time to get what I need to spend three weeks in Europe.” It was good to be home for a bit.