I pulled into the driveway at 355 The Drive just as Dad and Christina came walking up over the crest of the hill from the cabin. My entrance couldn't have been more perfect if I had planned it. Rolling down the window I yelled out, "Surprise! It's me!"
Dad laughed, shook his head and said, "You just couldn't help yourself, could you?"
"Nope. I mean, really. Did you expect me to stay at home knowing you guys were all up here without me?" After hugs, they rattled off the dinner menu: ribeyes, scallops, squash, garlic toast, salad, blueberries with cantalope for dessert. Standard fare for a grilled fall meal at the cabin and I was just in time.
Fall is a few weeks ahead that far north and the colors were spectacular. The sunshine that had accompanied me on my 2.5 hour drive disappeared as we drank wine on the deck, looking at the lake. Later as everyone climbed under wool blankets a storm blew in, bringing rain just in time to lull us all to sleep. A perfect evening.
(Sidenote: Pictures taken on my cell, again. Sorry for the quality! My camera battery is finally charged and ready to go for better pics in the future.)