Well, it looks like our tale, hence our blog, has come to an end. We’ve purchased the requisite photo album, scrapbook, and memory box for pictures and mementos, although this blog has served a similar function, acting as an electronic scrapbook of our adventures.
Our shadowbox, pictured above, is hanging on the wall, displaying our inauguration invitation, our champagne glasses from the Illinois Ball, and the shattered souvenir Obama wristwatch from our crush in the crowds.
Quickly scribbled notes on our trip to the cabin on 1/18 indicate we picked up Trevor at his home at 6:06 AM, the men began singing Irish drinking songs 6:35 AM, Lil unsuccessfully tried to piggyback on a wireless network in New Jersey at 10:45 AM, and we got gas at the Walt Whitman Gas Station. The chaos of all that happened after we arrived is perhaps indicated in that there are only two other quickly scribbled reflections from our trip to add: on 1/19 (9:45 AM) Trevor declared that “Fritos are vegan,” and on the drive back home we stopped at the James Fennimore Cooper Rest Area (we obviously favor literary stops).
None of the above, or quite frankly, none of our entries below, can truly capture the anticipation, the excitement, the struggle, the joy, the pride, or the satisfaction of what we experienced those few days. Thank you for sharing some of that with us by reading our blog.
Thus, with a bittersweet goodbye,
Lillian, Dane, and Davenport The Pug
3/1/09
P.S: One final thank you from Lil to Dane, for always believing we could pull this all off.
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