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

We are on the balcony upper right

Wisteria wandering wantonly.  

Wisteria wandering wantonly.  

Pax still lifting his right rear, but we all remain hopeful.  

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.