We decided to take the road back--it's uphill no matter which way you go--and asked a couple in a small car if we were headed the right way. They said yes, but thought it was a long way--did we want a ride? We bravely declined and continued our trudge up the hill. About fifteen minutes later, the couple was back, said it was a really long way, and were we sure we didn't want a ride? We hesitated just long enough to satisfy our egos and then all four piled in the back seat. They were right: it was a really, really long way.
Our niece and fiance came for supper Saturday night. Afterwards we joined the others for homemade ice cream--a fine finish. Sunday morning Letha provided an excellent breakfast and we packed up to head home. After unloading, I plopped in my chair for a two-hour nap. A perfect end to a great weekend.