Remember that song from Peter, Paul & Mary?  How I loved it.

Anyway…back to the present…that’s what is happening later on today.  I’m leaving on a jet plane for the lake, for the mountains, for the music and the food and the fun and the friends, not necessarily in that order.

And there is so much family time ahead.  I need to get out there early and get ready for the Funny Grandson, who has informed his parents that this summer he will learn how to kayak and he will jump off the dock.

I need to get to the lake and start making–and freezing–casseroles.  Lasagna has been requested.  And meatballs.

Banjo Man and I have agreed that our cross-country, 3000-mile road trips are over.  Ten years of “on the road again” fun are well-documented with photos and blog posts and family stories.  We had a wonderful time.  We had…the time of our lives (and the musical references keep comin’!).

But it’s time to be practical.  And realistic.   We are not getting any younger.  And the trip to the lake isn’t getting any shorter.

So I’m off to the lake today, and My French Friend Janou will meet me in Spokane where we will spend the night and head back to the lake the next morning.

As the song says, “All my bags are packed, I’m ready to go.”