The sunset on the way home from Lake Lure.
I guess I wasn't all alone. Ginger was with me. When I went out on the porch to tell everybody good-bye, I left the front door partially open. Ginger is an inside cat. She's always been an inside cat and, contrary to what RL says, she will stay an inside cat. Well, I had the door open a little bit and out walks Ginger. Of course she doesn't know what do to with herself when she finally escapes to the great outdoors! She just sort of hunkers down and smells everything. RL told me to look down, R was frozen in her shoes, L didn't seem to care one way or the other and I was trying my best to figure out how on earth I was going to get her back inside. Before panic set in too much, I swung the front door open and in ran Ginger. Good thing she's such a 'fraidy cat' - I crack myself up!