All The Way To Littlerock
Eighty-four degrees on arrival after eleven hours on the road. Heavy storms here yesterday. Pleasant, rustic "cottage" in old town LRock.
We are on the balcony upper right
Wisteria wandering wantonly.
Pax still lifting his right rear, but we all remain hopeful.
Tomorrow there has to be a change of season. Summer here, reports of snow and ice at the cabin on Pickerel Lake. Somewhere in between the twain must twist.