The leaf peeping is over.
Carla's lake is so cold that you nearly crack your teeth swimming in it.
But the people are warm and friendly and we've had a good stay here so far. So at risk of overstaying our welcome, we're running down to the store to pick up some long underwear, fleece shirts, warm socks and a bottle or two of the "sauce" to take the nip out of the air
Since there's no packing involved, no toting suitcases, no finding room at the inn - just kick your shoes off and relax. The hot cider is on it's way out...
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at Mel over the bridge. 
Global warming my a**... 


Anyway, maybe another Carla-style option could have been 'Worldly Chicks, NOmads no More, going NOwhere New in NOvember'.


You remind me of a slice of myself 10 years ago. Still up at 2 and crashing just before you have to get up again. Too little sleep, not good. But then again when you can't sleep, what can you do? We'll have to get the chicks to rock you to sleep and sing lullabys. - will probably wind up more like jumping on the bed, screaming and having a pillow fight - but we tried. 