Aimlessly meandering about
Maybe it was the chance reading of a friend's "Smokey and Bandit" posting on Facebook that got the idea planted in my mind, but for some reason today just had the feel of a "road trip" kind of day. After spending the better part of mid-day lounging about the house, we loaded the kids (and the dog) in the car and hit the road, with no particular plan , but only one requirement: that wherever we may roam , part of the journey would include a stop at Kimball Farms Ice Cream in Carlisle.
Off we went up Route 128, then we missed the Kimballs exit , thanks to a careless driver in a late-model Mustang, who apparently felt he was the only car on the road. Michelle was more concerned with keeping our car in one piece (imagine that) and the exit ramp quickly passed us by. So we went up 3A , erroneously thinking we would cross at some point the road that would lead us to one of the two locations of our frozen treat valhalla.
Upon seeing the sign :"Entering Lowell" we quickly realized we would have to backtrack a bit, and soon,as the sky began to lose the bright sun that occupied it all day , and was rapidly filling with some pretty angry looking clouds.
A quick jump onto 495, then Route 3 got us back to 128, then 4/225. This time we made the exit the first try, and 15 minutes later we were sitting with our fellow parishioners, taking communion in our pews of umbrella covered picnic tables, dipping our spoons into the enormous creamy delight that never seems to tire our tastebuds. Summer at it's best.
Off we went up Route 128, then we missed the Kimballs exit , thanks to a careless driver in a late-model Mustang, who apparently felt he was the only car on the road. Michelle was more concerned with keeping our car in one piece (imagine that) and the exit ramp quickly passed us by. So we went up 3A , erroneously thinking we would cross at some point the road that would lead us to one of the two locations of our frozen treat valhalla.
Upon seeing the sign :"Entering Lowell" we quickly realized we would have to backtrack a bit, and soon,as the sky began to lose the bright sun that occupied it all day , and was rapidly filling with some pretty angry looking clouds.
A quick jump onto 495, then Route 3 got us back to 128, then 4/225. This time we made the exit the first try, and 15 minutes later we were sitting with our fellow parishioners, taking communion in our pews of umbrella covered picnic tables, dipping our spoons into the enormous creamy delight that never seems to tire our tastebuds. Summer at it's best.
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