
It was Red River week this week. We left on Monday and returned on Friday. Everything was pretty much as we left it and we enjoyed the mountain air. There was some rain on Tuesday but otherwise we stayed dry. Except for when we went swimming. They have a nice pool where we stayed, which is the main reason we stay there, that being one of the granddaughters’ prerequisites dating back to when Abigail was knee high to a chipmunk. Then, I had to get in the pool because Kari was busy with Rebecca who was too small to participate. Now, all five GD’s are aquatic. Can’t say as I mind not being required to get in the pool. The older I get the less inclined I am to want to get in what amounts to a large bathtub with strangers. And there were plenty of strangers, more than other times it seemed like to me, especially of the short, screeching variety. But as luck would have it, after we came back from a longish hike, when a dip in the pool seemed inviting, there was no one in it but the members of our party who had returned early, so I took advantage and slithered in with the rest of them. I managed to avoid drowning at the hands of an exuberant granddaughter and emerged refreshed and ready for lunch. Continue reading “Pilgrimage”



