The final chapter of the longest Saturday ever was a stop at my cousin Scott and his husband Seann’s lovely home in Three Mile Bay, New York. Their home overlooks an expansive lakefront and is about as serene a place you can find. The place, combined with the people, made for the perfect end to a long, tough day.
The route to their home from the highway is a pleasant drive that winds you through an assortment of small towns. The drive, in-and-of-itself, is one that delivers a measure of tranquility. It is upstate New York at its best – green, scenic, mellow, and just the right rural quality to be comfortable for city folk.
By the time we arrived we were all a bit worse for the wear. We had spent over two hours outside on the side of the highway under a glaring sun – we were, by the nicest account, starting to look like something the cat drug in. Sarah, Dusty, and Lennon didn’t go on to Scott and Seann’s house. They were simply too tired and shaken after the accident to do anything else on that day. As it was, we arrived at Scott and Seann’s house three hours later than we originally planned.
Scott and Seann prepared a yummy feast for us and showered us with hospitality. They had their close friends Sharon and Arnold visiting for the weekend so we had the added pleasure of getting to meet and get to know them as well. We feasted, we talked, and we laughed. We only got to stay for a few hours and those hours passed quickly, but they were enough to fill me back up. That visit made a day that went from bad to worse a whole lot better.
Cory, Mike, Noah and Seann
Scott, me, and Cheyenne
Thank you Scott and Seann for the love and warmth when we needed it most. Also, thank you for introducing us to Sharon and Arnold – we enjoyed their humor and intellect. Until we meet again, know that I carry you both in my heart. As I said to you when we were leaving - I’ll be back…soon.
Day one thousand four hundred and sixty-nine of the new forty – obla di obla da