home-made safari

Eric spends his life in the car... patrolling up streets, and down. In his "travels" he discovered a really lovely spot. He introduced me to it a few months ago when he spotted some sand hill cranes out there... he knows they make me squeal with happy...

I might have had to climb out of the car and perch on the "window sill" for a picture or two... and as he drove down the dirt road, that safari feeling overcame me. The scenery in no way reflects Africa... but the wind on my face as we bumped down the road? Made me long for it...

Friday we returned... for a walk along the newly opened boardwalk. The air was alive with the buzzing of dragonflies, and in the distance we could hear the low croak of an alligator or two.  We walked, we talked, and we laughed as we admired what was just over the railing.

When the bugs and the heat dictated that it was time to head home, we drove slowly, still taking in the view.  The storm clouds were building behind the trees and the wide open vista spoke to my heart.  What did it say?  It was talking some kind of crazy... and practically begged me to bring Laura out for a visit...

So I did.  She was a great sport... and so was Eric. 
Especially Eric.  Even though we got back to the house before the time of the appointed pre-dance get-together, he had to entertain her dance date, along with his mother & sister, and three of Laura's friend... who all showed up ten minutes early! Oh well.. it was worth the ten minutes that Laura & I had together... just us.