On Saturday, Dell and I left Connecticut to get away from the snow for a few days.  En route to North Carolina, we stopped to see mom and dad.  They've had it worse in Pennsylvania than we have in Connecticut, but after the first few feet, who's counting?

You can see my trusty automobile was resisting the weight of yet more snow.  While the engine was warm, she made it go away.  We camped out with mom and dad, and we had a great time.  Next day, we were on the road again with hundreds of other southward flying snow refugees.  
Crossing the Carolina line, we were free of snow and the yuckiness--salt, sand, slush, muck, wet shoes--that goes with it.  People were so happy at the first Carolina rest stop, they were taking pictures of each other outside the building.  Make no mistake, this was a spiritual pilgrimage to pure blue.
Poseidon dropped this beauty at our feet.  I did my best to photograph it in situ.  I was just glad the shell was actually in the frame because the glare on my phone was so strong that I couldn't see a thing under the noon sun.  (I have to say it again:  noon sun.  And again.  Noon sun.  Too bright to see anything else....Spiritual journey....)  

After our very long walk, we made our way back to paradise to read outside in the sunshine.  With the help of some fluffy blankets and hot tea, we were out there for almost two hours before we bought ourselves some fudge and took a few more pictures.  Here's the fudge being tested for quality:
 And here's the last photo of the day.  This is evening in Surf City through the salty lens of my car window.  
Home is where the heart is.  It's good to take heart at home.  Have to.

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