We were tired when we reached Salem, but still managed a couple low-key parties. This was a wiener roast down at the Brittons. It was a lovely early fall evening, with warm sun and cooling air.
As Mom and Dad collected the things we needed to take down, it became obvious we couldn't carry it all. Somehow it grew from there, and we rode "in style" down the road. I did try very hard to avoid pictorial proof that I traveled in such a manner, but I think Mom caught me on board :-)
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