Saturday that seemed like a Sunday

Today, Cathy and I reran the rally we originally ran two weeks ago to see if we could dope out the traps and do it right. We hoped to improve our skills. Well, we only made one mistake this time (one we hadn't made originally!) and learned a couple of things that we have been doing wrong. One had to do with the subtleties of the "onto" route-following instruction, and the other with my not stopping to check every G-D signpost when looking for a turn!!

It was a great day -- temps in the 70s -- except for a very heavy cloudburst of about 10 minutes duration. And it illustrated why we don't rally in the rain.

We then went about 20 miles of our way to the Inn at Mill Race Pond in Hope, NJ, a former Moravian community. (The pond, we were told, was the victim of a flood that burst the dam that would have cost about $18,000 to repair.) Had a delicious dinner -- Cathy had rack of lamb and I had a veal chop - the most tender veal I have ever eaten! -- and drove 110 miles to get home. Guess we won't make the Inn a weekend favorite. :-)

The best part is that Cathy has one more day of vacation!