Green, green, green and buttercups
A very large moose and a family of bears at a rest stop.
This same scene was everywhere....
We finally arrived in Oakland, and made the switch to our ride home....I had not been in a convertible in many, many years and the feeling of the wind in my hair was so wonderful. We both felt like teenagers and with 50's music filling the air, we were back on the lupine highways to bring the mustang to its new owner in Chatham, but not before we stopped for seafood and some lobster stew.
Wind on my hair...
The one who made it all possible and such fun, too!
Home......goodnight sweet chariot!