So we got in our car and drove to the End of the World.
Land ends only a couple of hours away from us, but we've never been. It's one of those bucket list things that, owing to proximity and ease, just gets bumped below things you want to do more but above the impractical and prohibitive. Never mind. These have been challenging times, I don't mind admitting, and we decided to have an adventure of some kind each weekend of the summer, if only a minor one. Several of my siblings' kids came up last weekend for Sunfest. Next weekend we're visiting Regency England.
The End of the World seemed doable. I stopped by the Catbox, and mentioned the day’s plans. Lizardinlaw handed me a tea. I thanked her, though I already had a coffee. "Going to the end of the world in a bit," I said. "Anyone want anything?"