We came back from our road trip to a typical spring in Michigan. Snow and sleet, frost and freeze warnings all in mid-May. It’s confusing. Just last week I was running on the board walk at Virginia Beach in shorts, getting overheated while wearing a long sleeved technical shirt, hair up under a hat, sun blinding my eyes.

Ah the memories.

There were times during the trip that I felt disoriented too. We spent a lot of time exploring the history that permeates Virginia.

Williamsburg, Jamestown, Yorktown.

And then we’d drive back to our hotel room in Virginia Beach…

…filled with tourists and cars and bright lights and seafood buffets. For a moment, standing on the top of the parking deck back at the hotel I had to shake my head to clear it. Which world was real?

Maybe neither.

Even out on the road we slipped between the seasons. Where it was early summer in Virginia…

…driving back through Pennsylvania a day later we watched spring arriving all over again.

It was all disorienting, almost surreal. But then Katie came home and took us under her paw. We’re back to reality now.

Thanks Katie-girl.