What is the best way to communicate with a fish? Drop it a line!
It’s a dark damp Sunday morning with clouds dropping liquid sunshine all over the streets but we are up and ready to face the return ride on our mighty 2,000 horsepower iron steed.
The trusty internet weatherman says it will dry up by departure time and indeed it did…so dry that we had to breakout the champagne on the way back to stay hydrated… and hydrate we did! Bill and Holly decided to exercise and they were doing the splits in front of everybody!
Things got a tad wild as someone said pole dance and all of a sudden, Donna leaps onto the table declaring she is Polish!
We raced across the mighty ocean and the Dance God’s must have been sleeping as the ocean was a smooth as glass…nary a bump for 65 minutes1
We got back right on time and Donna & Bob joined us at CPK for a post trip luncheon…great fun.
After arriving home, I has to check my eyes for light leaks and after almost four hours of careful searching, I found not a single leak. Sue did the same. We were leakless.
We watched some TV and crashed but only after we rediscovered how to make our tookies! Our favorite yell… “Tookies At Ten”. A wonderful weekend it was!
