Hubband and I went on an adventure.

Thursday night I during dinner, I asked Hubband if he was up to a drive on Saturday; he was a little leery at first, but when I clarified that dinner was involved he was up for it. So around four-thirty Saturday afternoon, we loaded ourselves and our needed stuff into the truck and headed off on the historic highway that was the start of our adventure. We headed north and through the Home of Water Skiing, and saw a bunch of these. We kept on driving and went through the home of Grumpy Old Men (sorry, no pictures for that spot). We kept on driving and finally ended up here after a beautiful fall drive. We got our names on the list for seating and consumed a beverage,

 

then we decided to walk down the street to look around and kill some time. We walked across the railroad tracks to look at boats and flags.

 

After looking at boats and stuff for a bit, we headed back up the street toward the restaurant. The colors were beautiful,
but the the source of the sound was rarely visible.

 

We stopped back by for a second beverage and hanging about for awhile, then headed up the road to look around at the other end. There was plenty of stuff to see, but this is what gave Hubband and I a laugh. Seriously, I remember Thoreau's cabin at Walden Pond as bigger than that "family home"!

 

Then we headed back down the street toward the restaurant, watched this settle over the lake and the dark move in while we waited for our names to be called.

 

Hubband may have had this to drink last night while waiting for our turn, but it is no reflection on the company he was with! And yes, for those of you who are not in the know and are wondering, it was worth the drive and two hour wait to eat their food!