I have to say that I am so happy to be home from High Point. I almost chucked it all and left on Sunday afternoon, but I had an obligation to fulfill and it would have bothered me not to do so.
When I drove down to High Point, I took the fast route – I-95 and I-85, but I realized that I missed driving the slower route, the one that skirts around the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains south of Charlottesville, Virginia. I know the route well, as I have friends whose family owned a winery about 50 miles south of Charlottesville and I went there frequently for several years.
The six-hour long drive gave me a good chance to clear my mind, reflect on the past few days, and settle back down. Thanks so much to everyone for the kind comments and e-mails. It has meant everything to me.
I have hundreds of images to edit, and so I will probably pick up the High Point recaps later in the week.