Nobody Puts Baby in a Playpen

Jerry's triathalon on Lake Elkhart brought us up interstate 94 yesterday afternoon. It was miles of Friday afternoon traffic and countless Applebees before we could really start to feel a summer weekend away set in. The turn off onto highway 57 thankfully stripped that last layer of responsibilities from us. Miles of farm land, paint-chipped barns and the open road have amazing influence. Right before supper we arrived at the Jay Lee Inn. Built in 1902, it's front porch opens right onto the finish line. It was a perfect perch to watch weary runners stumble to the finish. Props to Jerry for finishing strong. Lake Elkhart is an amalgamation of a a De Gebroeders Grimm storybook town and the backdrop from Dirty Dancing. Local bands ushered in sunset on the lake. I'm sure if we looked hard enough we could have met Johnny and Baby. Take aways from this weekend: Jerry says, "riding your bike fast is fun", Ella confirms her love of ice cream and pizza, Sarah enjoys a cellared wine and dominoes on the front porch. Not looking forward to the ride back home. Another Monday awaits. Boo.